This year, 2020, is the third year in a row that I’m counting my workout days. I’ve been in the 218 in 2018 and 219 in 2019 FB groups, and these experiences have helped me realized that counting can be a positive, motivating tool in my health-to-me pursuits. I also bought a fake-o Fitbit, which I used off and on in 2019. I plan to use it more on than off in 2020. Again, allowing myself access to data about my activity is proving more useful than scary. Of course, context is everything, so the numbers don’t say much by themselves. But over time, they do reveal patterns that I am finding useful. Take a look at my blog post from 2019 about changing my mind about metrics, and I hope you’ll tell me what you think about your numbers, if you collect that sort of thing.
Keeping track of number-y things has always been a little scary to me. I have never actually balanced my checkbook. There, I said it. Billable hours accounting? Hah. After all, I’m an academic. I don’t really want to know how many or few hours I work in a day/week/month. Yes, some of you may be thinking, what’s the deal with this?
Actually, I don’t think I’m really like the ostrich. I’m more like this:
When it comes to physical activity, I’ve resisted metrics with every fiber of my being. And blogged about it here– Cycling (not) by the numbers.
Why? One word:
I didn’t want to be exposed and revealed– to myself, to anyone else– to what I was actually doing; how…
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