I got a new pedometer for Christmas and I'm now addicted to wearing it everywhere. Really.
"Mom, you're not wearing that thing out, are you?" my daughter asked as we headed out for a day of post-Christmas shopping. It does look a little dorky, I'll admit, so I compromised by pulling my sweater down over it.
Dorky or not, I'm having lots of fun with the thing -- and annoying everybody by asking them, "What's my step count up to?" as I lift up the hem of my shirt. The good news is that it's pretty easy to reach my goal of 10,000 daily steps on the days I walk or work out. But I took a day off from working out yesterday and saw that my daily count plummeted to a mere 4,900 (in my defense, I worked at my computer most of the day, so not a lot of stepping there).
I'm sure I'll get tired of monitoring my steps eventually, but for now, it's a great visual reminder that little changes add up. The first day I wore it, I was about 200 steps from my goal and my son said, "You're not going to make it."
"Oh yeah?" I countered. "Watch this."
A mere 10 laps or so around the kitchen island later and I was easily over goal. He laughed at my antics, but my heart was pounding from that little burst of intensity.