Not Fit One Bit

It's winter, and as the temperature has dropped, my weight has gone up.  I can list my reasons (ahem-excuses) for this.  It's really cold.  It gets dark at 4:30.  Cookies taste good.  EJ wakes up too early. My gym is crowded, and that's annoying.  I don't have any Lululemon workout clothes.  I think my running sneakers are old and I could get shin splints.  I'm tired. Wine tastes good. Bread with butter is everything.

So one morning, when I once again couldn't find pants that fit, I decided that I'd had enough and did what any other true American would do...I threw money at the problem.

I drove, not walked to my nearest electronics store and bought a Fitbit.  It was going to be a real game-changer, I could feel it.  I charged the device and downloaded the app on my phone as I ate veggie straws.  I felt fitter already.  I then scoffed at the goal of 10,000 steps daily...of course I could do that...I'm an ACTIVE teacher constantly flitting around nurturing young minds, and, wait for it, my classroom is on the SECOND floor, so I'm walking up and down stairs everyday...make it  more like 20,000 steps, Fitbit.

Astonishingly, I've been Fit-bitter, err, a Fit-bitter for a few weeks, and my pants are still tight.  I've only hit 10,000 steps once. It's quite shameful.  One day, it was only 4,000.  Gulp.  I thought I was SO much more active than that.

I've done everything except actually workout to try to up my step count.  I made a board on Pinterest about getting in shape. I read health magazines. I march in place as my students answer questions.  I climb the stairs a few extra times during the day.  I walk to the faculty bathrooms in the farthest bowels of the school (pun!).  But, 10,000 steps continues to elude me.

I've thought about strapping my Fitbit onto an animal while I sleep.  That has to be good for a few thousand steps.  I have also considered purchasing a Shake Weight (those things work, right?) in the hopes that I can at least tone my arms while the shaking motion increases my step count.  But, I've stopped myself from this type of scheming because when you cheat your Fitbit, who really wins?

So, I'm back to step, err, square one.  I guess all I can really do to reach 10,000 steps is move more.  Maybe even go to the gym once in a while.  I guess some good old fashioned hard work and mild sacrifice is called for...sacrifice beyond wearing a rubber bracelet that clashes with my outfits and jewelry.  I'll let you know how it goes.