Now that there are all these fancy watches and wristbands and iPhone apps that track everything from your heart rate to how well you sleep at night, there is not much of a market for stand-alone, clip on pedometers that only measure how many steps you take in a day and translate that into miles
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
Friends, it grieves me to report that it appears that my trusty pedometer has counted its last step. No more shall its cheerful digital readout confirm the pace of my steps, no more shall it smile with benificence upon my lost calories, no more shall I report with giddy glee on the number of steps
So, okay. This is the start of the fourth week. I am still feeling freaking awesome. I have realized that I really like walking. Something about walking kind of frees the mind. Once your body gets into a groove, your mind can just kind of…wander. Good times. I don’t have much to report this week.
This week was not a banner week, friends. I haven’t lost anything in the way of inches yet, which is disappointing because I really want to see the changes there rather than worry about my actual weight, but so far this week I lost another pound. I know, I know, I’m getting ahead of myself