So I stopped wearing it after Day 2, but wore it long enough to figure out (if it's accurate) that on an average work day, I walk only 2400 steps instead of the 10,000 I need eventually aspire to.
I think I frustrated myself. It was a stressful week and I'm starting to wonder if I'm bound to always be dumpy and matronly in my advancing 40's. Sometimes dreaming of a size 8 (not to mention a size 6) body again seems like an unreachable pipedream. I know, I know!! I'm being negative again.
And while I'm on my negative bandwagon, has anyone seen the latest self-help book that Oprah is promoting? I can't say the name of it because it's a secret.
I've been a Unity participant since the early 1980's and because I'm a natural cynic, I'm torn between WANTING to believe their positive thinking and visualizing belief systems and then dismissing them as mere magical thinking. But at any rate, the original promoters of this type of thinking were REAL and unvarnished. Give me Charles and Myrtle Fillmore, Catherine Ponder, Norman Vincent Peale, Wayne Dyer and any of the originals over this slick, watered-down hype that is selling like hotcakes. Sometimes I really do think our society is like a herd of lemmings following one another off a cliff. Okay . . . enough of that. I'm a lemming, too, believe me, I know. In fact, all too often, I'm the first lemming running as fast as I can to catch some shiny object (or newly repackaged MUST HAVE) only to . . . . fall off and go "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" on my way down.
Speaking of fitness, this is a cute story. I adore my husband. He sticks by me in spite of all my foibles. Well, the other day, he was at a seminar at work and he's normally pretty low-key and quiet (computer nerd). The instructor started passing out little freebies. When he peeled open the wrapping and discovered that one of the freebies was a pedometer, he got really excited and burst out with a comment saying, "Oh, this is great!!! My wife has been wanting one of these!!" He knew that I hated my big, bulky pedometer. The one they handed him was a tiny, easy-to-use pedometer. Everyone in the room turned to look at him like he was crazy. And that's okay. I found that story so sweet because I could just SEE my sweet, quiet husband bursting out in enthuasiam over that. So now I have my very own cute, tiny, easy-to-use and non-bulky pedomater. Maybe I'll try it and see how it works . . . but I'm not making any promises this week, because that seems to be the kiss of failure toward my well-intentioned efforts.