Lots of conversations going on as well about making sure people take their 10,000 steps each day (ten THOUSAND!?!?! Yikes!)
I’ve been curious about these fitness trackers. Will wearing one inspire and motivate me to get off my butt and move more?
Why do people wear them? Do they work? Here’s what Kate has to say about fitness trackers…and her big booty.
Lazy? Booty Getting Bigger? How I’m Conquering Planet Big Butt
Booty Got Back
Well maybe I’m going too far. But you get my drift.
There was nothing stopping me from getting my butt into gear and getting fit.
I had time after work. I had a gym membership. I had the new sneakers and gym clothes.
Nothing. Stopping. Me.
But there was something stopping me. Because every time I tried to exercise there was that niggling voice in my head that talked me out of it. Maybe it was my butt talking. Telling me such things as ‘I don’t want to catch a cold and it’s going to rain, so I better go straight home after work’. There. Was. One. Cloud. Week after week I was wasting money on my gym membership whilst my butt grew and grew.
Fitbit Charge 2 Heart Rate + Fitness Wristband, Black, LargeFitbit Blaze Smart Fitness Watch, Blue, Silver, LargeFitbit Surge Fitness Superwatch, Black, LargeFitbit Alta Fitness Tracker, Silver/Teal, Small
Lack of Motivation Was a Brick Wall
Then I finally realized. I had a serious lack of motivation. I had to conquer it. Somehow.
I found a friend to go to the gym with me. That really helped. We encouraged each other to go. But that was just one night of the week. The other nights it was just me and my butt. And my butt won out every time.
How to Get Fit and Maintain Dignity
The idea of a personal trainer didn’t appeal to me. I imagined a super fit and tanned, super human shouting down at me to do more push ups, whilst I crumbled at their feet, sweating from my knees with my butt crack exposed for the world to see. No, paying someone to do that sounded like a kind of torture that was not for me.
I’ll Try Anything
Finally I found motivation. I found myself taking the long way to the shops. I took the stairs at work and at the mall instead of the elevator or escalator. I actually went to the gym. I told my husband and he joined in. It became a nightly thing where we would compare steps.
So it’s still early days, but I’m feeling so much better now I’m getting Planet Butt back into shape, one step at a time.