MY PHONE’S SNEAKY COUNTER HAS ME HOOKED ON POUNDING THE PATH TO FITNESS
I’d like to be fitter. I should definitely drink less coffee. And I probably should stop picking the green things out of my salads. Yet, in the spirit of not setting myself up for disappointment, I skipped the New Year’s resolutions this year in favour of vague good intentions.
The guilt-free thing was working out well until – midsangria session – I stumbled upon the step counter on my iPhone.
It’s the little white app with the red heart. And it really took the fun out of the next round of tacos.
The exercise evidence – or lack thereof – stretched back more than a year. There it was in cold, hard numbers. All this time Apple had been watching me. At first I was indignant. What else does it know about me? How dare my technology judge me?
But numbers do not lie and I was genuinely shocked.
While 10,000 steps has become a commonly acknowledged goal for daily fitness – and I breezed through twice that on an average weekend – I barely cracked 1000 on weekdays.
The days at the desk, lunch aldesko and crashing on the couch at night have added up to some seriously depressing figures. Experts often say that accountability is the key to sticking to your goal guns.
While I really regret telling my colleague I wanted to lose weight (can a girl not just innocently visit the vending machine for some window shopping without getting shamed?), knowing my phone is judging me has proved surprisingly motivating.
I’m walking before and after work, taking the stairs and not driving the 100m from my front door to the cafe.
There’s something about watching that tally tick ever higher that’s addictive; the instant gratification.
Every little bit counts – even that trip to the kitchen for a sneaky extra coffee.
THE EXERCISE EVIDENCE – OR LACK THEREOF – STRETCHED BACK MORE THAN A YEAR. THERE IT WAS IN COLD, HARD NUMBERS