Ten Thousand Daily Steps, and More on “My” Love Language

In my last blog post, I wrote about how subject of The Five Love Languages had been brought to my attention 4 times in one day. That was nearly a month ago, and references to the book are still showing up for me almost daily.  I can only assume that the Universe is trying to tell me that I have not yet correctly interpreted the message its trying to send me, and that I need to keep digging.

Before I continue with this post, I feel as if I should follow up with something from the last post. Some of you have been private messaging me to ask for updates on “the hottie with a Ph.D in flattery”. I’ve filled in anyone who has asked, but for the rest of you, here’s the story. The hottie was waving red flags, and for the first time in my life, I decided to obey the warning signs rather than ignore them. I’m no longer interested in even entertaining the idea of starting anything with him. Sorry to disappoint you all. I was hoping for a juicy story too.

Now, back to what I was saying earlier… I’m still getting bombarded with seemingly serendipitous mentions of The Five Love Languages. I’m driving myself nuts trying to assign meaning to why it’s happening. It’s also forced me to become hyperaware all of the ways in which my love language, Words of Affirmations, influences my behaviour patterns. I still believe, as I did last month, that my relationship with Words of Affirmations is highly dysfunctional, but now, I am beginning to recognize that it’s possible to use Words of Affirmation as healthy motivation.  Fitbit delivers a healthy dose of motivation with Words of Affirmation!

For a couple of years now, I’ve been (intermittently) following the advice of medical professionals to stay away from strenuous exercise.  My hormones had, somehow, gotten knocked out of balance, and exercise (the kind of exercise I enjoy, anyway) was stressing my system, and slowing my recovery. This past autumn, I started picking up on signals that I was finally better. Twice before, I thought I was better, and was wrong, but this time I am sure that I’m better. In December, I decided that it was time to get my fat arse, back to the gym.

Before I go on, I should clarify that my arse is not fat. My boobs, back, arms and chin(s) are fat, but my arse definitely isn’t. I reflexively used the words “fat arse” because it’s a derogatory term I commonly hear used to shame overweight people. While I would never use that term to describe anyone else, I clearly have not learned how to turn off the judgement when it comes to myself. Crap, I just got off track again, didn’t I? Okay, for real, no more tangents!

When I made the decision to go back to the gym, I also decided that I wanted to get a fitbit. Rather than buy one for myself, I asked Santa for one—He delivered! I’ve been wearing it every day since since Christmas, and with the exception of the week I spent down for the count with a head cold, I have consistently met or surpassed my daily 10,000 step goal. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that that only happened because fitbit speaks my Love Language. I (figuratively) bend over backwards for that things Words of Affirmations.

When I do a “good job”, my fitbit rewards me with praise. Sometimes the words scroll across the screen on my wristband, other times, like after I finish a run, it will send a message to me via my iPad that says, “Nice hustle…”

As much as I adore my fitbit, it can get on my nerves sometimes. I hate it when I’m settled in a cozy nook with a with a good book (or even a crappy book) and the thing buzzes for my attention, then asks the question, “Wanna go for a stroll?” Of course, my answer is most often a snarky, “No!”,  but I get up and do it anyway,  and, when I reach my hourly quota of steps, it praises me for my accomplishment with affirmations like, “Nailed it!” or “Crushed it!” And with that, I forgive it for being such a nag.

Today, out of the blue, fitbit sent me a Helicopter badge. I earned it for climbing 500 floors. Is there a space shuttle badge? I’d really like to earn one of those!


Screenshot of my fitbit “Helicopter” badge.

Uh-oh!  I apologize, but I need to go. It’s getting late and I have yet to reach my 10,000 steps for the day. Did you know that at step number 10,000 fitbit hosts a fireworks display? How awesome is that?!

For The Daily Post’s daily prompt, Ten. (Or ten thousand. Same difference, right?)