I’ve been replaced by a pod person. That’s the only explanation. Wait, is 38 too young for a mid-life crisis?<\/p>\n
I woke up one morning and re-installed MyFitnessPal<\/a> on my phone<\/a>. I mean, sure, I’ve been doing morning walks<\/a>, and enjoying the hell out of them. But I have always maintained that tracking what I eat sucks the joy out of eating. Worrying about numbers, worrying about whether or not I’m hitting some kind of goal, sends me into an obsessive depression cycle wherein all I can do is think about the numbers. The amazing, awesome, yummy food ends up being nothing but math. The joy of eating, of tasting, is gone. That’s how I always reacted.<\/p>\n Always.<\/p>\n And then I didn’t. I installed the app, tracked the food, and it still tasted just fine. I didn’t obsess. I added my weight, measured daily, to the list of tracked stuff. Nikki advised against it, but I wanted to see my daily fluctuation. I wanted to collate data, as they say<\/a>. I turned on the pedometer function<\/a> of my phone, until I got birthday money from my parents. Then I went out and bought a Fitbit Flex<\/a>, adding my sleeping patterns to what I was tracking.<\/p>\n The momentum kept going (as momentum is wont to do). After a week of looking at my sleep patterns – or lack thereof – I dug out my year and a half old prescription for a new CPAP mask, took it in to my doctor, and had it updated. (I really want one of these<\/a>.)<\/p>\n I get excited to use my new lawn mower<\/a>, and to haul things around in the yard. I’m taking the kids out on evening walks ON TOP OF my solitary morning ones. They love it. I love it. Who am I?<\/p>\n Is it that I’m playing with toys<\/a>? Is it that I’m internalizing the big data component of work<\/a>? Am I having the healthiest mid-life crisis ever? Pod person?<\/p>\n I’m not quite sure, but I’m going to keep going. I’m enjoying this and I’m feeling good.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I’ve been replaced by a pod person. That’s the only explanation. Wait, is 38 too young for a mid-life crisis? I woke up one morning and re-installed MyFitnessPal on my phone. I mean, sure, I’ve been doing morning walks, and … Continue reading