TRUE LIFE: 8 Signs You Are Completely Addicted To Your Fitbit
Published via Elite Daily, 9/25/16
It starts innocently enough.
You pop into London Drugs to pick up a fresh pack of hair elastics (where do they all go?) and pass by an entire wall showcasing shiny new gadgets, Fitbit front and center. Since you’ve been meaning to get back in shape, anyway (for the last several years since high school, where physical education was a required class), you pick one up.
And it’s not that big of a deal.
But after a few weeks, you realize just how sedentary your current lifestyle is. Like, even if you do fit in a workout, 10,000 steps is a lot more than you’re currently clocking in your average day. You learn that one serving of pizza is one piece, not one pie, and according to Fitbit, you’re eating way too much of it, way too often. And you’re definitely not drinking enough water (“kinda thirsty over here!”).
The red flags start to show, but still, you carry on setting loftier goals, increasing your calorie deficit, and you avoid all of these (big) red flags like they’re your ex-boyfriend’s new girlfriend (or your new boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend). You pretend everything's A-OKAY.
FYI: It’s not.
8 Signs You Are Completely Addicted To Your Fitbit:
1. You start walking places.
This isn’t necessarily a bad thing. It’s great for your health, it’s great for the environment and it helps you reach that step goal. However, it does become a problem when you actually have places to be, people to see. Apparently, it’s not all that acceptable to keep a client waiting because you walked to your meeting instead of taking transit or driving like a normal 21st century human being, never mind the fact that you show up sweating in sneakers (with no time to change into your Aldo’s), and the excuse, “Sorry I’m late, but I had to get my steps in,” will not only procure a very strange look from non-Fitbit addicted folk, but it’s also just plain not valid in the real world.
2. You brush up on your math skills.
Remember all those times, sitting in high school math class, staring at the board as numbers and formulas blurred into one another and wondering, when am I ever going to use this in the real world? Now is your time to shine. Fitbit is a game of numbers. 10,000 steps a day is approximately 5 miles. If it takes 10 minutes to drive somewhere, that’s approximately a 1-hour walk, which is about 50% of your daily step goal. There are 260 calories in a single slice of Panago’s Chicken Club Pizza which means if you want to eat 3 slices you have to leave the house at least an hour before your meeting, so that you get enough steps in (there and back) to offset your caloric intake to keep you at a deficit and effectively lose 3 pounds by April 3rd.
3. You pace. A lot.
It’s 10 pm and you’re in your pajamas, ready for bed. Unfortunately, your Fitbit isn’t. When you’re addicted to your Fitbit, not making your daily step goal is simply not an option. So, you pace. You pace circles around the island in the kitchen. You pace lengths in the hallway. You go up and down and up and down the stairs until your legs burn. And you try to do this all very nonchalantly so that your boyfriend doesn’t clue into what a complete psychopath you are.
4. Fashion takes a back seat.
It's easy enough to hide your Fitbit in the fall or winter months. But the next thing you know, it's summer time and not only are you wearing a backpack to carry your fancy shoes in, but it's impossible to hide your clip-on Fitbit when you're wearing short-shorts and a body suit. And even though you’ve always been the type of girl to match her undergarments to her bubblegum, when it finally comes down to it, the only thing that truly matters is Fitbit. Fitbit is life. So you wear it loud and proud, for all the world to see.
5. You talk about Fitbit. A lot.
Entirely opposite from the rules of Fight Club, when you’re part of the Fitbit community (AKA Fit Club), you let people know. In fact, the first rule of Fit Club is: You talk about Fit Club. The second rule of Fit Club is: You talk about Fit Club some more. Like, no matter who's around you at any given time, when you reach your daily step goal, it's public information. (This sometimes warrants strange looks from strangers who don’t care at all that you won your “workweek hustle” challenge.)
6. Your schedule revolves around Fitbit.
More specifically, when you can charge it. The ideal times for charging your Fitbit are very (very) few and far between. Like, sure, the obvious option — you could charge it while you're sleeping. But then you miss out on analyzing your ZzZz's and every true Fitbit addict knows, all things must be tracked. There's really only one or two ideal times to charge, when you know you won't miss out on tracking steps or floors or sleep and it's while you're taking a bath. Or watching an episode of Girls. (Or doing both, simultaneously).
7. You quit eating.
Not completely. Not all at once. Not the things you probably shouldn’t be eating in the first place (read: pizza). But definitely, once your calorie meter starts trending toward the red zone. Because of your Fitbit, you have a basic understanding of how in order to lose weight, you must burn more calories than you eat (or drink). So you start tracking. Taking total guesses at serving sizes and rounding up for good measure, you manually enter every morsel of food you consume into your handy Fitbit food tracker. When you binge at lunch on a big ticket item (read: pizza), you end up going hungry for the rest of the night — not daring to dip into your deficit. You make up excuses for why you’re not eating. Tell your boyfriend you’re truly not hungry, or that you’re not feeling well, or that you already ate when he wasn’t looking. (You didn’t.)
8. You take a time-out.
Things are getting out of hand. Your boyfriend grows tired of going to dinner with your phone, and you begrudgingly acknowledge that maybe your insistence to walk — everywhere, all the time — is a bit excessive. Like, sometimes, you just need to drive. Neither of you mentions the late night pacing, but the vision of yourself speed-walking laps of the living room is enough to make you listen to the words coming out of his mouth: “I think you should take a little break from your Fitbit.” He says it sweetly, in a tone that says he’s not mad, just worried; in a tone that makes you oblige to his suggestion.
And so you remove your Fitbit from your body. Stow it away somewhere you won’t see it or be tempted by it.
An hour or so later, when you’re eating something and go to reach for your phone, it hits you that you’re on a boyfriend-instructed time-out from your Fitbit. It occurs to you, that you might be addicted to your Fitbit.
Don’t get me wrong: Fitbits and step trackers alike are great. I think they are an excellent way to focus on your health, to make activity and movement more of a priority and to help you become more conscious of what (and how much) you put into your body.
BUT, contrary to popular belief, Fitbit is NOT life.
You should be able to walk to the bathroom in the middle of the night without picking up your Fitbit for those 10 extra steps. You should be able to partake in a GNO without obsessively logging in your calories after every shot of tequila. (That sort of takes the fun out of the evening, doesn’t it?). And you should be able to eat dinner, even if you’ve already reached your daily calorie limit.
You heard me. Put down the Fitbit, and go eat your dinner.
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