Well, ladies and gentlemen.
Last week we communally mourned the passing of my beloved pedometer. However…time heals all wounds, and the best way to get over something…
Is to buy a new pedometer.
That’s right, folks. I have invested another 24.99 in a brand new, all the bells and whistles, complete with it’s own red leather case, I give you…
The Ped-o-tron 4000.
This thing counts everything every which way from Sunday. Calories lost, miles walked, miles per hour…this thing is a MONSTER!
I was really good this weekend though, I walked to Starbucks. I went in a big loop where I go up hills both ways. In my bare feet. In the snow. Seriously, dudes.
I have not yet stepped up to the measuring tape yet, my friends. It’s the start of week six, and it’s supposed to be the week I measure, but darnit. I’ve been lazy all day, and I totally gorged on all kinds of italian food over the weekend (thank you Puget Sound Pizza) and you know? I think I’m going to have to wait till tomorrow.
In other news: down the stairs twice, up once, plus walking everywhere I could today is only 4,000 steps. Really, I have no idea how I’m supposed to get in 10,000 steps.
It’s a lost cause.