In one of my more insane moments, I got the brilliant idea it would be good to wear a pedometer. I have no idea how many steps I take a day, but have been told by those in the know that a healthy person is supposed to walk 10,000 steps a day. It sounded like a good thing to know where I am on the health-o-dometer.
Rather than go out looking for one at a sports gear store, I went on-line and ordered one. I walked all the way to the door to get the package. It took me a while to figure out how the little gadget works because I thought I should get a good one. My pedometer measures everything but the steam coming out my ears from trying to program it. (Everyone in the family will tell you I am not a techy.) One of my children laughed the other day when he saw the new universal remote. “Do you know how to use it?” I smiled, a little tightly, and didn’t answer.
Ah. The pedometer. Alas. It works.
Five miles on an exercycle doesn’t count. What’s fair about that? Stairs don’t seem to register. We have a lot of stairs. The first week we lived in this house (years ago!), I wondered why my legs ached so much and then remembered. Oh, yeah! Stairs!!
As I mentioned in my blog, I have been working diligently on my current WIP (work-in-progress). I do get up to make myself a cup of tea or hot chocolate. I do take the dog out for exercise in the back yard.
Total number of steps today: 345
A word almost flew out of my mouth before I clamped it shut. Sorry, Lord. Almost forgot. He reads minds, you know. Sigh.
Until this project is in-house (in Tyndalean hands), this miserable little lurking pedometer is going in a drawer!
At least I didn’t go out in the garage and get a hammer.