So… I might be a little obsessed with my Fitbit. I LOVE seeing how much I’ve walked every day (and I can’t stand when I leave it at home). I feel proud when I see a screen like this before bed.
And realizing that I haven’t walked hardly at all will influence how I spend the rest of an afternoon. Last Sunday, at 5:30pm, my Fitbit informed me that I’d barely taken 4,000 steps all day. Half an hour later Isa and I were at the park. Sure we were the only ones there because it was dinner time on a Sunday but we still had a blast. And by the time we had walked home I had over 12,000 steps.
The Fitbit definitely helps me to make healthy choices about movement. Unfortunately, I worry my confidence in this department is causing me be more lax about what I eat. After about a week (okay, 3-4 days) I stopped tracking my calories in MyFitnessPal. I felt like those few short days had made me more aware of the choices I was making and that I didn’t need to painstakingly log everything that was passing my lips. But I’m sure that now, two weeks later, I’m allowing more unnecessary snacks to be consumed than I would be if I were tracking them. It’s a lot easier to sneak four Ghirardelli Chocolate Squares if I don’t have to write down how many calories they added to my daily amount. I think I’ll start tracking calories again and find a way to sync my Fitbit account to MyFitnessPal (I’m sure it’s simple enough, I just haven’t looked into it yet).
The reality is that for me, exercise does very little to maintain my weight. I was at one of my heavier weights when I trained for my marathon and somehow, despite logging insane milage every week, I didn’t lose a single pound. I weighed more running that marathon than I did four years later when I wasn’t exercising at all. So I KNOW that what I eat is more important (to help curb weight gain) than exercise, and I need to be better about watching my calorie intake. I did manage to only gain five pounds in the four weeks between my last two OB visits, so that is not too far off my goal of a pound a week, but I’d love to slow down that weight gain even more. I’m happy to be exercising because I like how I feel when I move my body, but I also want to keep my overall weight gain for this pregnancy at 45 pounds instead of 60, so I need to start counting calories again.
I’m also allowing myself to get obsessed with other, more trivial things. I purchased a memory foam mattress coupon and now I’m obsessing over this intricate exchanging of beds between my mother and I and whether we should move Isa into a regular twin now just to make things easier or wait (it’s seriously so boring I will spare you the mundane details). And then there is the matter of the ground cover for our yard, which I spent a week picking out (it had to the be the perfect combination of drought resistant, able to withstand heavy foot traffic–including kids and dogs–and pleasing to the eye) and now I can’t find anywhere. I’m going to be so frustrated if I have to just pick something because it’s available near me; the whole thing has positively exasperated.
I have literally been spending hours each night mulling over these stupid decisions, and then, every once in a while, my Little Man will give me a kick to remind me of my priorities. Already I have to thank my son for reminding me of what is truly important in life, because nothing shakes me out of a obsessive funk like a gentle (or not so gentle) kick from my Regalito.
What are you obsessing over these days? What reminds you of what is most important?