I’ve
always been a person who’s motivated by the visual. To that end, my late Christmas present to
myself was a Fitbit One tracker. And I’ve totally become a disciple of the
Fitbit in the 10 days I’ve owned it.
There are several models one can buy; I picked the clip-on version that
tracks your steps, basal (not “basil” as I keep misspelling) metabolic rate,
and sleep patterns. I don’t really know
what kind of sorcery it uses to make this magic happen, but it does, and holy
crap, is it cool.
I
definitely notice that I’m challenging myself more and taking extra trips and
steps, even when I don’t have to. I’m
sure I’m driving people at work crazy, as I seem to get up and walk more than
they do, but I can always tell them my doctor wants me to move around as I’m at
risk for blood clots (which is actually true, so it makes an excellent
excuse).
The
coolest thing to track is my basal metabolic rate. I don’t exactly understand the science behind
all of it, but it’s basically the number of calories you’re burning through the
day naturally and can vary with your weight.
Even on my laziest days at home, I was still burning a minimum of 2,100
calories per day. So, theoretically, I
could eat 1,500-1,600 calories per day and still be on a weight-loss
track. Excellent. (Please visualize an
evil genius of your choice tapping his fingers.)
In the
job-hunting forum, I’m racking my brain, trying to think of every person I know
in the education field that I can remind I’m job-hunting. Per a networking meeting, I was told to get
in touch with the principal of one of the best private schools in the
city. I have a cover letter ready to go
and I’m just paralyzed with fear to send it.
It’s really well-written, brief-yet-informative… all the things you want
a cover letter (with resume attached) to be.
But making a leap and giving someone even a small chance to reject you is
just terrifying.
My
therapist says I worry too much. I hope
he doesn’t charge me for that insight, as it isn’t news to anyone who’s met me
ever.
I’m also
making headway on my second goal of the year, which is to increase my writing
output via this blog (and in life). My
writers’ group had its first meeting last week and we set goals for
ourselves. Mine include more blog posts,
work on my bridesmaids play, and to start drafting a story I have in mind for a
screenplay.
In the
Miscellaneous Problems section of life, with the cold weather of late, my dog
keeps sneaking onto my bed while I’m sleeping.
I should kick him off, and do if he wakes me up, but it’s really hard to
mad at a supercute creature who just wants to snuggle with me and wags his tail
even when he sees me in my early-morning glory.
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