Dear Fitbit,
Do you know what time of day I absolutely hate? Step o’clock time.
When you buzz my wrist 10-minutes before the hour, to kindly remind me that it’s step o’clock time, I want to take you off my wrist and hurl you across the room. Every.single.time. Guess what? I know I’ve been sitting on my a$$ for the past 50 minutes! Thank you for making me feel oh-so-good about myself!  Continue reading “Dear Fitbit”