My FITBIT died.
Well, actually the cheery red band turned loose of the tracking device.
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.
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
Great quotes in this article! Eat and veg: the 2-pronged adversaries from Thanksgiving through Easter!
Seriously . . . sometimes even a spoonful of stuffing can stuff me past . . . comfort. And in the season of shy snow and ice, walking is not a safe or option. For this we have treadmills . . . and others have self-control.