I’m either an *early* adopter (Netflix’ed a decade before the “and chill”) or l-a-s-t to the soiree (leaped on the Crocs bandwagon long after its wheels had fallen off).
Once I decide I dislike something (hello mayonnaise! greetings CrossFit!) I rarely give it a chance.
Back in the ’90s, when everyone was obsessed with tracking/counting, I concluded I hated pedometers.
Until my back started hurting.
I sat as I worked. I sat as I pondered working.
I’d become the most sedentary healthy living writer I knew.
It was time for a change. I surrendered a pedometer might be the needed change.
It required all of one day wearing my new tracker to see I walked as much as a bed ridden person.
I moved consistently through my day, yet given how I earned a living it was inevitable I sat.
I had the World’s Greatest Golden Doodle, but Texas summers aren’t walk-friendly.
Thanks to my tracker I realized, if left to my work-housework-grocery-work-childtime-work-bed devices, I’d plateau at 3 thousand steps early in my day & not increase from there.
I committed to stepping it up (pun intended) and, in the process of increasing my step count, became a better parent.
- My pedometer increased my patience. Parenthood equates to time spent cleaning, straightening, retrieving, and organizing. Even with my foray into fruit bowling I’d get impatient when, as we were leaving the house, the Child would say: Oh! I forgot _____! Will you go get it? until the pedometer. Post-pedometer I no longer heard the request of a disorganized child. I heard: Here’s an opportunity to squeeze in steps!
YES I’ll go and get your goggles!
- My pedometer helped me practice not preach. My approach to
life is to practice what I long to preach & say nothing. Before my pedometer it hadn’t occurred to me a step-count display would be a signal to my daughter we *both* needed to move! On days she’d see my count was low she’d take the initiative and suggest we do something active. Anything which promotes healthy living *and* spares me nagging is win-win.
6pm and few steps for the day? She notices.
- My pedometer was a flashing reminder of self-care. I take care of myself first. I wake up early to snag this time, but if I don’t do me first I cannot ‘do unto’ others for the rest of my day. Thanks to the pedometer it became apparent on days I only did unto others my count was minuscule. This is inevitable some days. This is not OK as consistent practice.
cool day + walk to & fro camp + ambulate canine = jackpot!
So that’s my confession:
A gadget I’d hated without trying has beomce a pivotal tool with regards to my being a kinder, gentler, happier Mom, wife, employee and friend.
Oh and my back is better, too.
- Are you an avowed pedometer junkie?
- What lessons have you learned from increasing your steps?