I’m not one for New Year’s resolutions, and yet I have found myself attempting some lifestyle changes as 2018 moves in.
The timing is a coincidence. My lovely boyfriend, Mitch, got me a Fitbit Charge 2 for Christmas. You might be wondering how I can still call him both “lovely” and “my boyfriend” after he got me something that might imply I could drop a few pounds, but I did ask for it, so he didn’t need to worry about offending me.
I wanted one mostly because I’m a sucker for new technology and wasn’t able to talk myself out of giving in to my urge to follow the trend. It’s supposed to help me be healthier! I can’t say no to that. My Fitbit monitors everything from my steps to my heart rate to how many times I wake up per night (which is way more than anyone should).
The combination of shiny new tech and it being a gift has inspired me to use it for its intended purpose so far. As soon as it charged up Christmas Day, on my wrist it went, and I’ve not only used it to tell the time but also…
