Pedometer
So the missus decided to buy a pair of pedometers, one for each of us. This is good because I’m incredibly unhealthy. It’s also good because we’re quite competitive which means we now compete for dog-walking rights instead of trying to avoid it.
Anything that stops me being a lazy bugger has to be a good thing.
The pedometer itself is quite a neat wee thing. It seems surprisingly cheat-resistant. You can shake it all you like and it just kinda knows that you’re cheating. Walk around though and it becomes spookily accurate, and proclaims me half as fit as I should be at the end of each day.
Well, I say ’spookily accurate’ but it does tend to miss some things. For example it doesn’t tell
if I’m carrying shopping, or have a two-year-old child sitting on my shoulders, upping my calorie count.
Another thing it can’t tell is that I’ve just got out of bed, or am on my way to bed because it’s not attached to me at that point. That’s a good 30 steps going unrecorded right there. In fact, I left the heating on last night and got up again to put it off - that’s easily 100 unrecorded steps reflecting badly on my health.
And then there are the calories used by exercise such as breathing and pumping blood about with your heart. Or eating chips.
Ha. Stupid pedometer. I am the fittest.
Add comment November 13th, 2007