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Fitbit Addicted

August 1, 2015 7 Comments

Fitbit monitor

Fitbit monitor

My iPod touch has suddenly lost its mind and ability to function. This might not be a big deal but when it crashed it took with it my ability to sync my Fitbit. This turns out to be a much bigger freak out than I could have imagined.  I have reset and attempted to sync it with my other devices but it refuses to operate. I am unable to count my steps/miles/calories since early this morning.  I had no idea how addicted I have become to knowing how far I have gone at what time during the day.  I dance or walk 5 miles in the morning and then put in between 3-4 more miles during the course of the day.  I love watching my little graphs and numbers move as I do.  I might be completely obsessed with these graphs, truth be told.  This temporary interruption of technical feedback shows me I need to back off the addictive qualities and enjoy the fun aspects of the Fitbit a little bit more.  Long ago in a land far away I had exercise anorexia.  I hardly suffer from that problem now, but this is  reminder to keep my attention on what is important..healthy fun.

I have found a place in Austin that will repair my iPod at a reasonable price, but since this death happened on Saturday it seems I will need to wait until Monday to communicate with the repair shop and ship the device to them.  I have done this before with an ancient iPod with success.  I believe a battery replacement will get me back to normal quickly.  If not ,I can consider repairs and costs they will present to me after a diagnosis.  All in all it will be simple for me to get my favorite device back in order.  I have an iPhone and 2 iPads, so I am not really suffering without connection.  I have all my internet powers EXCEPT my sync for the Fitbit.  I hate to admit how seriously I love those graphs and numbers on the Fitbit.  I have reset the Fitbit several times, but this is not working.

In order to embrace how helpful it is to have the graphs as well as how the graphs only represent reality, I need to chill in this situation.  I can move and dance to my heart’s content even if the Fitbit is not reporting my good deeds back to me.  The feedback has been helpful, especially the information I have gained on my sleep patterns.  The tool is only a tool, however. Reality is the important aspect of my fitness program, not how self competitive I can become with my Fitbit.  This short break might bring me to a happier medium, but when I can once again sync I  know I will be very happy.  Do you have a movement monitor, gentle reader?   I highly recommend the systems.  Just be careful you don’t get too crazy about your numbers as I have. The numbers matter less than the reality.

Who is Crazier than Whom?

January 10, 2013 1 Comment

There is no crazy in the big overview. There is only true and false. To establish a mental health norm we need to establish a norm for the plain old truth. The truth will set us free, but the will to quibble about what is true is stronger than our will to be free.  I attended the University of Texas at Austin in 1968 where our very famous tower had been featured a couple of years earlier in the first spectacular insane school shooting in America.  The tower says, in giant letters, “You shall know the truth and the truth will set you free.”  During the school year someone managed to steal Bevo ,the longhorn mascot, and take him to the top of the tower to hold for ransom. I believe this was part of the Send Bevo to Biafra movement, but that is not the important point.  The point is that Bevo himself could be taken to the top of the tower two years after the mentally ill Nam Vet found the perfect spot to take aim at society…that tower.  Let us not debate what is true and not true, what is safe and not safe.  Let us take a rational overview to see what is happening to our social fabric.  Let us be willing to be still and know the truth in order to be set free from our own self inflicted crazy.