The Italy Badge

My wife has a Fitbit. I used to have one too, but it had a ridiculously short battery life and I could not sync it, so I stopped using it after a while. But anyway, yesterday she received from her Fitbit a special badge, an "Italy Badge". It means that she has now walked the equivalent of the lenght of Italy. Not sure since when. And sadly, it does not mean that we walked in Italy. I guess it's not the same as being there, but it's a nice milestone all the same. I want to go back to Italy, she wants to go there once, so it's on our list of holiday destinations. Until then, she has the badge.

The Fitbit's battery

I love my Fitbit, I find it sleek, elegant, useful even though I don't use it at full capacity. But I wonder if I did not buy a glorified watch. Fact of the matter is, I was told and read that the battery would only need recharging every five days. Well, I quickly found out that it is more like every other day, if not less. As a matter of fact, I need to recharge it now.

Fitbit addiction

As my readership knows, I recently bought myself, in a rare moment of retail therapy, a Fitbit. expensive, state of the art, gunmetal stainless steal coloured (yes, that thing is elegant) Fitbit. I, who don't do any sport and barely any physical activities. So I set it up and since then I have been addicted to it. I am barely scraping its functionalities, but the little I use it for, I wouldn't depart from it for an empire. I check the number of steps I take in a day, the calories I burn and before bed I do relaxing breathing exercises with it. Oh, and it tells time too. I have no intention to turn Vraie Fiction into a fitness blog, I find people who obsess about fitness both tedious and often insecure, but the Fitbit will be mentioned again from time to time, as I discover it.

Retail therapy?

Now, I don't like going to shops and I only do shopping when it is absolutely necessary, but sometimes, just sometimes, I do fall into the trap of retail therapy. Which happened today. Maybe it is because I turned 40 and thus got into middle age, but I went to buy myself a Fitbit today, with money my parents and my in-law gave me. It is one of these watches that gives you your heartbeat and tells you to get active and how many calories you burned. My wife suggested it and I thought it was a great idea. That must be mid-life crisis. Probably amplified by what's happening in my life. Still, I feel weird doing this. Usually I buy book, not bleeding expensive fancy watches. Even with money that was meant to be used to spoil myself. On the plus side, I have a really cool watch.