Monday, June 22, 2015

Fitbit update


I don't see how it's anything worthwhile given their customer service/tech support is lacking the ability to communicate well. I told them my naps aren't tabulated into the weekly graphs, so they told me to reboot my tracker. I rebooted my tracker without my problem being fixed, so they told me to delete the app and re-download it to get it back to "factory settings," though I'm dubious that's how apps work. Since I'm dubious, I waited until a challenge, which was unrelated to my sleep issue, was over before messing with my app, but yet again, the sums of my sleep weren't tabulated.

Sergio at Fitbit told me my Fitbit is broken, so I sent him some info about my employer and such, though I think the Android app is problem. Anyways, everyone is a bigot towards us sleep deprived, it seems.

Regardless, I started counting calories over the weekend. The weekend may not have been a great time to start a diet, but counting calories isn't exactly dieting and I'm not going to not celebrate Father's Day without steak, chocolate donuts, and apple pie if they are presented to me.

Counting calories is nuanced. Not everything is perfect serving sized into my gullet. I just assume marking my intake much like a soccer defender takes note of players in her zone. As long as I acknowledge food I encounter, I am accounting for it.

The Fitbit app allows you to scan bar codes and to add those items to your daily caloric intake, rather simply. For all other things, googling menu items and the add quick calories option works as well.

I'm hoping to ditch my fat jeans by the end of the Biggest Loser competition, especially since one pair has holes in the crotch, but even today, I am not doing great given I like leftover donuts and pepperoni pizza. To offset those items, I walked to the cemetery and paid respect to my dad a day late. After which, I had calories to consume in my budget.

No one is making me participate in the Fitbit challenges and such. It's an odd coincidence I don't want to wear my fat jeans, and I want fit in my jeans from a few months ago again. Free will is funny when it seems to coincide with peer pressure conformity.

I also think this article about dieting is funny.

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