Happy New Year!
Toward the end of 2017, my Fitbit died. Not just the battery, but a flat-out death. I enjoyed having it because I was part of a weekly challenge and it really motivated me to move, especially since my writing schedule was heavy.
It was too close to Christmas to consider buying a new one, and I figured I would be okay. I’d had the “zip” in my sock for so long that I assumed my mind would still feel it lodged against my ankle bone and I could move along as if it were really there. Sure, I wasn’t in a challenge and I wasn’t logging any stats, but I’d be okay, right?
The first week I was. I kept up with exercising and logged in manually with an old pedometer I found.
The second week I realized the pedometer was not tracking my steps. I tried to figure it out on my own. I kept up with the exercises, but I was frustrated.
The third week was busy, Christmas activities were in full swing. I decided instead of exercise, all my walking was good enough. After all, I couldn’t keep track of any of it. Since it was a crazy week, my eating took a hit.
Like an avalanche, that was how my wellness looked for the rest of the year. I wasn’t exercising. I wasn’t in any challenges. I quit logging into apps that were health related. I chose high carb/sugar foods when I was tired, stressed, and bored.
By New Year’s Eve, I was looking forward to getting back on track.
I realized Christmas week I needed my tracker. For me, it’s a Fitbit, but I needed a gadget to record my steps, sync with my apps, invite me to challenges, and visually show me how I was doing. It didn’t take long without the visualization and motivation for me to backslide, and I have a 3 lb gain to show for it.
Thankfully, Christmas money was a gift and I ordered a new device that comes today. I’ve already implemented new eating strategies to help me feel better and see improved numbers on the scale. My husband found a good deal on a treadmill and as a family we decided to gift that to each other. I’m truly excited about making better choices.
That season without a Fitbit showed me that I need accountability. Community. I’ve been reading No More Faking Fine by Esther Fleece and she shared how her wounds from the past led her to make choices that kept her in the “basement.” It wasn’t just literal, it was a choice she made toward isolation. Doing so kept her alone, and without accountability and community.
That’s an issue God’s nudging me on as well. I convince myself I don’t need help because I’ve got it under control. That asking for help is bothering others who are far busier than I am, and that they don’t care as much as I’d like to think they do. That’s basement thinking, and it’s a lonely place.
My goal this year is to reach out more and ask for help. To have accountability. To live as Esther put it, in the “living room” instead of the “basement.” It makes sense for fitness, and I think it’s wisdom in general. I don’t have life under control, and I bet when I share a struggle with someone I trust, they will have my back.
And my Fitbit will be in my sock.
Is accountability hard for you? Do you choose to dwell in the basement or living room when it comes to community and growth?