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FITBIT for Dummies

Alissa introduced me to a new way for me to realize how out of shape I am ... FITBIT.

It straps on your wrist, has a rectangular insert that blinks as you reach your goal distance (mine is 10,000 steps) and syncs with your iPhone to make you feel extra guilty when you don't reach your goal.

It comes in two sizes: small and large. There is no fat wrist size available so I settled for large.

The first day I wore it, I had more movement when I slept than when I was awake. I reached a whopping 1000 steps ... 10 shy of a caterpillar.

I had some work to do ... so, the next day, off I went to the mall that sits a few blocks south of USF. I got there a few hours before it opened and joined the other mall walkers who looked like they had one more lap in them before they kicked off.

The mall (even when it's opened for business) looks like it's closed. It's a pretty lonely spot. But it was perfect for what I needed: Encouragement. It is filled with people who have me by about 150 pounds ... and those are only the women.

Yesterday I got up to 5000 steps.

I was so excited about my new number! That was until I met the lady (pictured) in the photo booth.

She clocked in a 5038.    

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