Dear Fit Bit - #SOLSC Day 16

I love March, when during the Slice of Life Challenge, I commit to writing on a daily basis. It's fun during 31 days of posts to watch the ebb and flow of my writing. Some days I'll be incredibly pleased with how a post turned out; other days I'll just be glad I posted anything at all. A huge thanks to the gang at Two Writing Teachers for hosting, organizing, and commenting on this ginormous event each year. I appreciate the community of writers you encourage the entire month of March, and all the Tuesdays the rest of the year. Thank you, thank you.

**This March, I plan to connect as many posts as possible to my #OLW for the year - SAVOR.**

Dear Fit Bit,

I have a bone to pick with you. You are making me look bad.

See, I've been writing a lot about my fitness lately - how the language of yoga keeps me centered, and how strong I've become with the guidance of my trainer, Tami. I thought you would be the final piece of the puzzle to help me achieve my fitness goals.

And, the kicker of being mad at you is that I wanted you so much! I dropped hints to my daughters and my husband over and over at Christmas time that you would be the perfect gift. Then, a week before Christmas, I was worried they would go rogue and get something else for me, so I purchased one of your siblings for myself - you know the waterproof, could-wear-it-swimming, and even-wear-it-as-a-necklace sibling? But, lo and behold, YOU were one of my presents under the tree.

I kept you and returned your sibling. I went online, figured out how to set you up, and we were set to go. You and I were going to make one heck of a team! Imagine the 10,000 steps I would be taking each and every day, the 90 ounces of water I would drink daily, and the 5 days I would spend in alternative aerobic and strengthening exercises as well!

Since January, you have been the only accessory on my wrist; all bracelets have disappeared in my quest to reach these 3 simple goals with you. Having you on my wrist was a symbol to all - hey look at that lady! She's got it going on with all the steps she's getting everyday.

But here's the deep, dark secret that only you and I know...
We have not achieved One. Single. Goal.
Not even One. Day.
Or One. Single. Week.

But I forgive you. I'm an optimist by nature, but I just want you to know I'm watching you, and hope that when we head down to Hilton Head soon, we can seriously work on at least our first goal of 10,000 steps (ok, I know I am fibbing here; I really set what I thought was more realistic at 8,000 steps). And then this summer, when we begin retirement and our golden years together, we are going to get in some serious steps each and every day, right?

So, to clarify, I'm not breaking up with you. But I just want to make it clear that I'm not savoring our relationship right now, and I'm putting you on warning that I expect a "bit" better in the future.

Sincerely,
Me