My FITBIT died.

Well, actually the cheery red band turned loose of the tracking device.

A.I., Self-Control and Prayer

I am searching for a replacement band. Until it arrives, I am on my own, monitoring my steps – i.e., keeping the old body moving. Move it or lose it, right?

Alas, no friendly little buzz on the wrist I feel congratulating me for what I should be doing, no matter my age or stage.

Those who think they have not time for bodily exercise will sooner or later have to find time for illness.~Lord Edward Stanley (I hope you click on this link!)

The holidays always highlight the need to make better choices for food and exercise – mainly because of the endless opportunities to eat and veg!

No doubt about it, the little tracking device has been a good goad to keep me moving. I just wish it had a sound device the blared OINK!-OINK! every time I rooted through the kitchen cabinets or refridge to see if goodies lay hidden.

Oh! how I still want that freedom to choose – graze — but how I regret the consequences!

Maybe what I need is one of those devices like Alexa, who is activated when she it hears me tiptoeing into the kitchen – and locks the refrigerator door.   Then she it could say, like Hal did in 2001, This mission is too important for me to allow you to jeopardize it.

Na-a-a-a-a-a . . .

The thought of that freaks me out. I prefer little reminders like this meme.

A.I., Self-Control and Weight

The FITBIT did confirm what I have known – sleep and I still aren’t always on good terms.  Tossing and turning isn’t on a list of recommended exercises, but, it remains a time to talk to God about the amorphous worries, fears and doubts that shake me awake. (Like robots taking over the world, a self-driving Uber, and A.I. locking me out of cracker jar.)

Wakeful, I exercise the faith that I might question in the light of the day’s news– like how close we are coming to companion robots and other heartaches and hassles.

It’s funny and a bit sad how quickly I think man’s inventions are more reliable helpers than God’s Spirit is. (Psalm 32:8)

When I confide my worries to His unseen ear, I feel more certain of God’s enfolding care in the middle of the night. Maybe you will, too?

In those days when you pray, I will listen. (Jeremiah 29:12)

I may be repeating myself, here, but it’s a heart helper:

If you can’t thank God for what is in your life, thank Him from what He kept from your door. ~ Anonymous wisdom that works