Surviving me. Becomming my own friend

Pitching a FIT (bit)

I have turned it up. I mean I am pushing fitness as far as my Doctor will allow. I want to lose this weight! Each pound down, each inch off just sets off a fire in my motivational bone. I feel great, and I set out with purpose. Up at 6am on my day off. Yoga pants, check. Oversized Tee shirt, check. Running shoes, Check. Pepper spray, check. Fitbit check and double check. Headphones and great upbeat music, got it.

I am in the driveway it is still dark however the promising glow of the a new day illuminates the horizon. I stretch my tired muscles and say a prayer to God. Pouncing left and right like a prize fighter preparing for a boxing match, squabbling in my head mirrors this dance as I dispute my own resistance. Flashlight on and music playing I take my 3rd step.

Why not first you say? Because dragging myself out of bed and the loving arms of my husband was the first. The second was actually finding myself on this road. The third is a piece of cake just walk, one foot in front of the other.

I love my FITBIT when it is working. It has been an instrumental tool in my weight loss journey. It is my tracker, and my fitness map. It provides me with real time exercise data like miles per hour, distance already covered and time. I love this feature.

I am walking with my first warm up walk behind me literally. A causal 3 mph pace almost salsa like as Christina Agulara plays on for 3 songs. My legs getting ready for mile 2. My breathing deepening as I accelerate to 3.5 MPH I look down at my Fit Bit  17 mins 34 sec  1.01 miles. The music strategically designed for my workouts changes to Fergie and The Black Eyed Peas. Ima Be is thumping base to my eardrum sending move faster rhythms to my feet.

The sweat begins to bead as the promise of morning is now full filled and the glow of morning matched my power. I reach for my fitbit 2.5 miles 40 mins I quicken the pace. 4 miles per hour I am a beast. Me and the road. I exhale my stress and take my frustrations out on the pavement. I breathe in all of this days glory ever grateful for every moment Gods given me. My thighs now burning, my calves hard as rocks I am now transporting myself to pure music and muscling through this workout. I feel so strong and proud." I am doing this, I am really doing this". I sound out in reaffirmation.

I just know in my heart that I am going to look down at my Fitbit app and I will see 4 miles as I am now drenched in sweat and my body is on fire. With pride and motivation I pull out my phone and......

The app has crashed...."WTF" "ok ok maybe it hasn't been down to long its ok I have driven this rout I know I have walked at least 4 miles" I comfort myself. I continue at a slower pace staring down at my phone anxiously awaiting my results. I have had to stop my music, and now losing my energy.

Apps back up "WTF" I say out loud again as the display now reads 2.67 miles.

Angrily, I stop my tracker and rely on instinct and music to carry my feel back home.

FITBIT is a great tool when it works, but like all technology it can make a praying woman curse outloud.