I have a love hate relationship with my step tracker.
Lately, I find myself wandering the house aimlessly just so I can wrack up extra steps. Or blogging while I walk. Did you know you can do that? Not safely but you can. I curse at my phone when it fails to register that flight of stairs I just climbed. Best not to blog on the stairs, though, trust me on that one. The pittance of calories it says I earned must be bogus because by golly, I broke a sweat there…
My exercise level may be better but I am crabbier and the pacing is making people nervous. I have therefore reached a conclusion. Exercise is good but there is something to be said for just being still, too.
For years I have believed that in addition to being intellectually and emotionally challenging, my job at the clinic was also physically demanding. On my feet, moving. All day long. I scoffed at the 10,000 step thresholds. Why, I must overshoot that every single day! It was full on step snobbery… until I measured it.
The truth of my ten thousand steps?
Not so much.
In fact, not even close.
Care to hazard a guess?