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Fitbit Fun 2

So, as I've mentioned before, I got a Fitbit as a gift a while back. So far, the thing has called me fat and tricked me into walking in circles. That was more than enough for that first blog post, but the fun didn't stop there. Oh no, friends. There has been more added to the list.

As it turns out, my brother and sister both picked up Fitbits of their own. And as is wont to happen in my family, they quickly turned this into fun for everyone. Remember, this is the same crew that turned Clash of Clans into a family affair. I forget who challenged who first, but very soon after they both had their devices, they were competing with each other to see who could get the most steps. Sure, the usual refrains about the device being slightly inaccurate applied (washing dishes can sometimes register as steps), but it should've balanced out over the course of the competition. To be honest, though, that's when the laughs really started.

First of all, my brother mentioned that he was walking around a bit while watching TV. I do something similar; I pace when I'm on the phone at home. It's a way for me to squeeze in a few more steps, and it keeps me active for just a tiny bit longer. All in all, it just seems like a halfway decent idea. So when my brother mentioned that he was pacing during his routine activities, I immediately empathized and recounted my theory that it's all mental (i.e., once you start tracking steps, you find ways to add more to the count). His reply, however, was classic, "oh heck no, I want to sit and be lazy on the couch, but I ain't trying to lose." Well, then.

Even better, the two of them would check in on each other, to see how they were doing throughout the day. I remember hearing, "are you done walking for the day?" so that the other person could gauge how much or how little to continue. In fact, at some point, one of them fessed up to wandering around the house aimlessly simply to add more steps to their daily total. The whole thing was hilarious.

Now, you might wonder why I didn't jump in on the fun. Well, for one, they'd already started their competition without me, so I didn't think it'd make much sense. Secondly, and more importantly, I mentioned in an off-hand comment that I was going on a long hike (8+ miles). As you can imagine, that's the sort of thing that would drastically increase my step count for that week. So, my siblings judiciously chose to leave me out for that week's competition.

For the following week, though, I was invited. My favorite part, however, was the welcome message that they added to the competition. It said, and I quoted, "no 8 mile hikes or cheese grating allowed!" Want to guess who that first part was aimed at? As for the second part, I didn't actually see the step counts for whoever had to grate cheese, but I guarantee you that there was banter about how many steps that activity generated. The whole thing cracked me up. In fact, it made me laugh so hard that the Mild Girlfriend asked what was so funny. When I showed it to her, SHE immediately started cracking up. Good stuff, I tell you.

So, like I said the first time around, apparently a Fitbit can generate way more laughs than you'd expect.

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