The sun was high and my mouth was dry. It was 92 degrees, and fortunately, the humidity had dropped a bit, so it only felt like 95. But I was bound and determined to get that walk in. Step by step, against the black asphalt. Why was I doing this to myself, much less at the hottest part of the day? Two reasons.
Reason One. I savored every single bite of a Coney dog for lunch. And so it didn’t feel lonely on the plate, I ordered a side of fries – extra crispy, of course. In case you’re not familiar with Coneys, they are hot dogs, topped with a meaty, chili sauce, which is topped with onions and usually mustard. Many people also add cheese. I hold the mustard and the cheese. I have to draw the line someplace. Coneys are in no one’s diet plan, but after running some errands today, I found myself right there at lunchtime, next to Sparty’s Coney Island restaurant. The urge was too strong to resist. Oh sure, I could’ve had a plate of grass and leaves with a side of fat free, sugar free, flavor free dressing, or even something in between, but every now and then, an indulgence is in order, right? So my penance? A brutally hot walk.
Reason Two. I have joined the Fitbit Revolution. Apparently, the snug waistband on my pants and the button being held by a single thread that strains every time I fasten it, isn’t enough to tell me I need to be more active. Maybe shelling out $130 for a nine inch piece of black rubber that flashes pretty green lights will do the trick. (I am really hopeful, but frankly, that’s not a bet I’d take if I were you.) So with my fist clenched and my arm raised, I am revolting against the fact that going to bed each night knowing I’ve had a fairly active day will no longer be tolerated. Instead, this personal fact checking device requires me to accept the truth. So mid-afternoon as I pushed the button to read my progress so far today, I heard Jack Nicholson screaming at me. “YOU WANT THE TRUTH? YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH!” I was a few thousand (okay, like seven thousand) steps away from my goal of 10,000 and I only had a level of activity that provided any kind of health benefit in three hours so far. Damn. That was not the plan. And so I walked.
Pitiful, isn’t it. How lazy am I that I need this “wearable tech” as it’s called to motivate me? But as of August, 2015, there were 19 million registered users. 19 million. Suddenly, I don’t feel so alone. My doctor told me it helps her throughout the day maintain a higher level of activity. “Every hour, it buzzes and I run in place for 250 steps between patients. As a result, I’ve lost ten pounds.” I bet she doesn’t have Coney dogs for lunch, I thought.
Tomorrow, the weather will be worse than today, but I’ll get out there first thing in the morning and give it a longer go. I’ll plan on healthier eating, and staying away from Coney dogs. I didn’t hit 10,000 today, but tomorrow? Yep, now that’s a safe bet. Let the revolution continue.