Every night on my phone I get the equivalent of a search “ping” noise, searching searching searching for me, and finally it leaves a text message. “An empty tracker is a sad and lonely tracker.”
It's WeightWatchers wanting to know why I haven't entered anything to my online account.
This has been going on for months. I am sure I “enabled” this feature years ago and just haven't taken the time to “disable” it. I used to wear the fitness band for WeightWatchers, Fitbit, Jawbone, and with some, I used several different models and generations of their wrist tracker. After 2-3 months, I get tired of wearing them.
I track through my scale. It tells me if what I am doing is working or not. I have two wireless scales, one by Withings and another by the FITBIT company. Every time I weigh myself, which is every other day, most weeks and, every day some weeks, the number goes to my online account and I can easily “track” what direction I am going in.
The food tracking I can do intermittently, but it ultimately waxes and wanes and, then, ultimately stops. I claim boredom. I claim disinterest. I claim it endangers world peace. I am the High Priestess of Excuses.
But, I know now how to supervise my adolescent excessive excuse production with the scale. It is a robotic grown up. It has no moodiness, pique or judgment. As long as I change the batteries every now and again when prompted, the wireless scale is not rebellious, droll, or touchy-feely. It's a number machine.
Sometimes, I like the number. Sometimes, I don't.
It gets my attention consistently, month after month, year after year, and more than any tip or tool I've used in the past 6 and half years, it has helped me be successful.
It certainly isn't my tracking habits.