I've been wearing my FitBit again recently. I wore it briefly years ago in another life where I had an important-sounding desk job that included much purposeful striding up and down hallways in and out of conference rooms, but even involved lunch magically appearing most days and also a minimum of 45 hours/week ass in chair time. I got discouraged and put it away.
But! This is my new life where I play with my kid all day, and I often feel as though I never sit down. So much so that I feel like my life expectancy has really increased.
So, I pulled it back out.
It's helping with my walking the dog goal. Also, my poor darling kid broke her leg on our vacation, so I'm back to walking for two. Lots of stroller pushing.
I also kind of like the data about how well I slept, etc. I've learned that some nights, I can log a thousand steps before four am. Parenting overnight is just that much fun.
Which is why at 10:40 pm, when I saw 9,885 steps, so close to the damned goal, I went ahead and climbed out of my bed and straightened up a bit to reach the goal. At 9,998 with water pitchers refilled and so forth, I walked back in the bedroom.
Still 9,998. I climbed out of bed a second time to get those last two steps. I used them to give my husband one more goodnight kiss (he's computing in the other room).
10,027 steps and 25 floors. I win today.