There's a new love in my life. Like any new love I'm slightly obsessed, I can't stand to be away, want to keep it close, in fact on my body, at all times.
This love isn't human, but it speaks to me. It motivates me. It validates me.
You want what I have, don't you? Yeah, huh.
What if I told you there was something that could say definitively that housework does indeed count as a workout? What if you had one of those days when motherhood truly got in the way, but you're certain that all the running around you did felt like the workout you missed? What if, when trying to get back into the habit of fitness, you had a little something-something to tell you, "hey, keep going, you're almost there!"?
Let me introduce you the Fit Mom Escort Service.
Let me introduce you to my favorite new toy. I do sleep with it, but it's not what you're thinking...
It's a fitness tracker. (At present I’m wearing a Fitbit.)
My husband gave it to me for Christmas. One look at the box and I tried to hide my disappointment since my husband loves anything that collects data and gives him the opportunity to analyze his fitness with numbers. For me these gadgets are either a source of entertainment while exercising ("Holy Cow, check out my wickedly high heart rate!") or frustration ("Why the hell is this thing beeping every 240 yards?") But to be a good sport, I took that fitness tracker out of the box and put it on. I have not taken it off since.
Reason why I love it #1: I could figure it out without reading a manual. I have four kids. I have no time for manuals.
Reason why I love it #2: I get instant feedback. Fitness trackers use an accelerometer to interpret movement into steps. By the end of the day you want to see at least 10,000. Trackers also translate that movement into distance and calories burned too.
Reason why I love it #3: I am motivated to be as active as I think I am. Even on days I don't work out I want to hit at least 10,000 steps. It's keeping me honest.
Reason why I love it #4: I do believe that the daily tasks of motherhood keep me active and that housework can be exercise. But that was just my opinion. This proves it. Take last Monday. No workout. But I did vacuum, tackle four loads of laundry, and scrub blue marker (unsuccessfully) from the carpet. By noon I had taken 12000 steps. By the end of the day, after bus stops and swim lessons and dinner and dishes my steps had accumulated to 20254. Wowza. Yet I hadn't officially "exercised." Take that!
Does it have it's limitations? Sure. I don't get the readings I feel I deserve for Cross Fit workouts or yoga. I try to explain this to my fitness tracker; try to reason with it to add more fit emphasis to my day. Alas, the fitness tracker does not have a soul.
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