The Elizabeth Taylor of Pedometers
I bought a new pedometer. The Weight Watchers one on the left. Let me be honest. It is not my first pedometer. There were others and it didn’t always end well. My FIRST pedometer went missing, totally missing. I clipped it on my waist and then by lunch it was gone. I don’t know if it left me, perhaps I asked too much of it. I expected its mere presence to make me thin. I don’t know if it felt jealous of my cell phone or just got sick of never getting over the number seven-thousand. Whatever the reason my pedometer walked away from our relationship.
My SECOND pedometer stuck around for a long time. It helped me get up to at least 10,000 steps a days for a few days in a row. But then I got bored with it. I didn’t like it as an accessory and no matter how many steps it counted I didn’t see the progress I wanted. So we faded and I stopped going out with it on. I found it again months later at the bottom of my sock drawer. It needed some sort of freaky new battery and I’m a busy woman so I don’t have time for that. We were through.
The THIRD pedometer was released into the wilds of the Great Lakes. Yes, it was flushed. When that happened I felt like it was Poseidon telling me I should stop with the pedometers already.
But now I have the FOURTH pedometer. It is the Weight Watchers Pedometer. I had a coupon and I decided to give it one more try. If I really want to rise to the challenge of Walk-It so I need to be accountable to this little device. They say ten-thousand steps a day for maintenance and twelve-thousand for weight loss. If you want to get into a bikini they recommend fifty-thousand steps a day. (Kidding, I have no idea what it takes to look good in a bikini.)
I’ve secured the new pedometor on my waist band. I’ve decided to treat it as a team member for my fitness quest. To that end I’ve exchanged pleasant greetings with it: “Happy Monday Pedometer. Let’s work together! I promise to keep better track of you if you promise to not walk away from this.”
Let’s hope I’m not the Elizabeth Taylor of pedometers. Her fourth husband was Eddie Fisher and that didn’t end well.
I keep thinking of buying a pedometer, but I don’t think I can take the knowledge that I only walk 112 steps per day. It would just be too depressing.
As far as getting into a bikini, when someone figures out how to age backwards, I’ll get into a bikini again. Call it the Benjamin Button weight loss plan.
This was just the laugh I needed this morning. It’s good to know that I’m not the only one who does this goofy stuff.
I HAD a really nice New Balance pedometer. I took it of when I went to the bathroom. I realized to late that I left it in the bathroom, and when I went back to get the pedometor it had been kidnapped. I started to post a ransom note but didn’t. I should have. I figured whoever kidnapped it needed it more than I did. THIEF!
Oops I wrote took it of. I meant took it off.
I usually don’t normally post on many another Blogs, yet I just has to say thank you… keep up the amazing work. Ok unfortunately its time to get to school.