My Lovely Bride and I got ourselves a couple of those FitBit Flex doohickys. They’re like a pedometer plus. You charge it up, strap it to your wrist and it tracks your steps and activity and such. It’s got a companion website and app so you can check your progress, log in what you’re eating and drinking and such. It’s default is a goal of 10,000 steps and 8 glasses of water. There is nothing magical about those two numbers. They are rubbish as scientific benchmarks, but I don’t care. I need to give myself a fattitude adjustment so whatever gets me off my sagging middle-aged buttocks.
On the website you can add friends with FitBits and see how you compare and add in a little competition if you want. A friend of my bride’s, D., has one so we added here. D. and her hubby J. came over for dinner the other night and I asked him to join the cult so we could all do it together.
He said, “I’d really like to but there’s one problem. I can’t because I DON’T HAVE A VAGINA!”
Heh heh. Good one J.
Problem is, this burn came from a guy who bought me roses for Valentine’s Day!