Dear Kid,
I was a slug on Sunday.
In the past, I would have just assumed I was a slug. Now I have proof positive.
My Fitbit (which I love) made it perfectly clear. It seems I pretty much forgot to move the entire day.
Just to be clear, I was wearing my Fitbit. The entire day. So no way to blame it on forgetting to put it on.
By the time I got to work on Monday, I had more steps than I did the entire day on Sunday.
Then again, our dust dragons took more steps than I did on Sunday. Han Solo took more steps while he was frozen in Carbonite. Our couch took more steps than I did.
BF (Before Fitbit) I would only have been able to guess at the extent of my slugfest. Now I had specific and explicit data to document my slothfulness.
So I had a long conversation with my Fitbit. Fitbit explained (rather succinctly) that slug-ness every now and then wasn’t a bad thing. But please not to make a habit of it.
We didn’t get around to defining “habit.”
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