How I inadvertently adopted a binary life form, an anecdote:
Okay so, Tron fans will love this.
Recently, through Work Connections I was able to get a discount on an Alta wristband fitbit device. Already hella useful - it tells me time (and day of week), it tells me how much I’ve walked (a lot), it tracks how well I sleep (poorly) and it even has programmable alarms.
It also has a few features that can be turned on and off. One such feature reminds me, between the hours of 9 and 6, to take 250 steps every hour or so if I haven’t done enough walking that day. And the way it does this, is it vibrates in tiny buzzy impulses and then flashes ‘go go go!’ on its little pixel screen.
So today I’ve been busy - moving cabinets, gardening, cleaning - and I’ve not been wearing it all day because I don’t want it dirty and scratched. And boy is it not happy about that - keeps buzzing at me for walkies. So finally I put it on, and I go get groceries. And I hit 250 steps, and it buzzes at me again - the tiny screen cheers at me, goes ‘yay, that wasn’t so hard!’
NGL that cheered me up so much and may have made me cry a little in front of the produce section. But self-esteem issues are another matter, I digress.
It then hit me: It’s tiny, electronic, and buzzes at me when I do things Right or Wrong.
I’m wearing a godsdamned Bit.
it’s even in the name fitBIT and I didn’t realise until now, ffs
And that is how I somehow inadvertently adopted a binary life form as a health companion.
I’m gonna name it Bitty.
