I've been keeping track of how many steps I take every day.
You've probably heard Everyone Who Knows Anything recommends you walk a minimum of 10,000 steps per day to stay healthy.
To make things very clear, 9,999 steps is not enough.
Before the car accident, I periodically kept track of how many steps I took each day and I was always, always, over 10,000 steps.
I've discovered I sometimes have to work at getting those extra steps in.
I suppose it's a combination of factors.
Here are my excuses for becoming lazier than I used to be:
• My kids are older now, so I'm chasing them less.
• I'm older now too, and probably feeble minded – making me forget how to walk.
• Photography, when done right, is quite physical – editing photos is not.
• Blogging/writing is completely sedentary. Haven't you heard of Blogger's Butt?
• Watching endless high school baseball games provides a bonus of Bleacher Butt.
• Pain flare-ups sometimes sideline me for days/weeks.
• Someone might bring bon-bons if I don't get off the couch.
(Just kidding, I've never once had a bon bon. However, if you'd like to bring me some I'm willing to try them!)
Like everyone else, however, I've been trying to cut down on expenses and I didn't feel like I could justify spending quite so much when I primarily just wanted a good pedometer.
A few months ago, I ended up purchasing an Omron pedometer for only twenty-something dollars. (Any good/reliable pedometer will do!)
I really do LIKE my pedometer, but I admit to also having a love/hate relationship with it.
I love it when it tells me how active I am.
I stuff it in a drawer hate it when it tells me I've spent the day being lazy.
On days when I exceed 10,000 steps I scoff at people who are only in the 9,000 step range. ("Woo Hoo everybody – I walked 15,000 steps today, what did your lazy ass do?")
On days when I fall below 8,000 steps I throw it against the wall vow to do better the next day.
Using a pedometer definitely makes me more aware, and that's the whole point of using one.
For example, I now know it takes me approximately 2,000 steps to walk one mile. (Obviously, if your legs are shorter or longer than mine this might vary.)
In addition, I thought I was getting a lot more steps into my average day than I was. I suppose we all tend to over-estimate our activity levels.
I also discovered, to my complete surprise, my busiest days are often my least active ones.
(Driving from place to place in a frantic rush may make you feel like you're running your ass off, but it's a proven fact driving makes your ass get bigger.)
If I find I'm getting fewer steps in than I want on any given day, I'll make a point of trying to add in extra steps wherever I can. I might park way the hell on the far side of a parking lot and walk to the entrance of my destination, etc. I've even been seen pacing my backyard as I participate in exasperated thoughtful phone discussions with my lawyer.
I'm sure using strike throughs a lot today, aren't I?
Yes, I am!
(Let's blame the pain meds … let's blame EVERYTHING on the pain meds, okey dokey?)
What was I saying?
I've been wearing my pedometer pretty faithfully for a couple months now.
I haven't turned into a hard-body, by any means.
In fact, I haven't lost all the weight I gained while on prednisone.
(Did I mention, perhaps a zillion times, I grew to blimp-proportions while taking that evil drug steroid?)
I do, however, feel much more accountable when I'm wearing a pedometer.
That, in itself, is pretty motivating ….
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