And so it begins…
My new fitness tracker arrived today. Time to get depressed when I see just how inactive I am during the course of the day.
I gotta say, one of the worst things about leaving New York is not being able to walk most of the places that I want to go. It was easy to be relatively fit. Here, if I want to get anywhere in any respectable amount of time (especially if I’m hauling the kids in tow), I have to drive my car. Add that to a job where I’m at the desk for most of the day, a baby that I have to sit down and feed, and the unrelenting exhaustion that settled over me about 36 hours after Henry was born–yeah, I’m living the very definition of a sedentary lifestyle these days and it’s frustrating the hell out of me.
So, I’m hopping on the fitness tracker train. I figure the best way to motivate myself is to slap myself in the face with just how much I’m NOT doing and push myself to do more.
I’ve always been the goal-oriented type.
So, let’s get tracking. Here’s to a healthier 2016!