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Fitbit one year stats

13 Jan

Today is a very important day for me — it’s my one-year Fitbit anniversary. On Jan. 13, 2014 my backordered belated birthday gift of a Fitbit Force arrived. As I said in a previous post, 2014 was the year of walking for me — inside, outside and in multiple countries. Since it is my one-year Fitbit anniversary, I took a look at my lifetime stats to get the total number of steps and miles I walked/ran in a year.

Fitbit steps year

Fitbit miles year

Not too shabby! My goal every day is to hit 10,000 steps and 5 miles. I hit my 10,000-step goal 344 times, which means I only missed it 20 times in a year. I would say this year my goal is to never miss it, but I think I may have missed it once or twice already with my traveling.

My best day of the year was on April 22 when I hit 25,563 steps and 11.39 miles. I was in NYC visiting Stephen and practically walked all of Manhattan and then ran on the treadmill. I think my goal for 2015 is to get the 30,000 steps in a day badge.

So I’m back in London now, and coping surprisingly well with the jetlag. Can you guess which day I flew based on my Fitbit sleep data?

Fitbit sleep jetlag

I think I slept maybe 10 minutes on the plane and then took a 3-hour nap when I got home. It’s not so much that I can’t sleep on planes as that I can’t sleep sitting upright. And with all the fights over airplane seat reclining that have made the news lately, I didn’t even recline my seat the entire 8 hours. It was not a very pleasant journey — especially in the last 5 minutes when the girl next to me reached over into my seat compartment, grabbed my airsick bag and promptly used it — but I’m back. I do not miss the polar vortex of the US, however London gave me a warm welcome on my first run of the year with a torrential downpour. Of course the sun came back out the minute I got back inside.

I can’t remember what else I was going to write, so here’s a photo of a corgi dressed like bacon:

corgi bacon

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Fitbit Charge HR release

8 Dec

I finally had to cave and create a “To Do” list. If you haven’t noticed, I haven’t posted since I’ve been back in the U-S-A, because I haven’t had many free minutes to myself. It’s a challenge trying to balance working from home practically full time, exercising, eating all the food, buying all the things and spending time with family and friends. But they say you make time when something is really important, so since Thursday I’ve been obsessively trying to track down a FitBit Charge HR.

My regular readers may know my obsession with my Fitbit Force. That’s something else I should add to the list of time-eating activities above — trying to hit 10,000 steps everyday when it’s cold outside. The floors of my parents’ house are soon to be as well-worn as my flat’s. I cannot live a day without my fitness tracker, but my Force is on its last legs. It’s been super glued together multiple times. I was excited when Fitbit announced the Force’s replacement, the Charge, and even more excited about the Charge HR. OK, excited is an understatement — I HAD TO HAVE ONE. It has all the functions of my Force, plus continuous heart rate monitoring. I know wrist heart rate monitoring is likely not very accurate, but still, I must know if my heart rate raises and I burn extra calories baking cookies and shoveling snow and other activities that do not require a swinging arm.

My initial excitement over the Charge HR announcement was immediately crushed when I read the release date: early 2015. I am only in the US until early 2015, and I doubt Fitbit’s definition of “early” is the first week of January. So I would either have to wait to buy the Charge HR the next time I’m in the country, have my parents overpay to ship it to me, or overpay for it in the UK. None of those options sounded good. But then rumors online started spreading — stores like Target and Best Buy were making shelf space for the Charge HR, which they likely wouldn’t do around Christmastime unless it was arriving soon. People online would contact their local stores and report back potential launch dates, but nobody got an exact answer. But then on Thursday it happened — Fitbit sent out exclusive emails to those who registered interest on their site, inviting them to purchase the Charge HR before the main 2015 release. I had registered my interest on the website. But I did not receive an email. I watched as more and more people reported their emails with excitement, but I received nothing. Someone mentioned he spoke to a Fitbit rep who said the main launch was still happening in 2015, but a small shipment of Charge HRs were being sent to select retailers soon. I scoured the web trying to find an exact date of arrival or a site that would likely have them in stock. I remember going through this last year when my Force was so backordered I didn’t think I’d receive it before I flew to London. I was just about to start calling my local Best Buy, Target and Wal-Mart, when I checked my email and there it was:

fitbit charge hr emailI guess I wasn’t cool enough to be a part of the initial email batch, but I’m still cool. I wasn’t allowed to use my 15% off coupon for being a Force owner, but I was willing to spend $22.50 more if it meant I could get my Charge HR months early. The email arrived on Friday and I got free overnight shipping, so this was at my doorstep Saturday morning:

PICTURE OF CHARGE HR

That space was intentionally left blank, because MY CHARGE HR DID NOT ARRIVE ON SATURDAY! I started writing this post on Friday with the intention of posting it on Saturday after I got my Fitbit, but it didn’t come. My parents and I ran errands all morning, making sure one of us was always home to greet the FedEx guy. Except my tracking number was still just showing “label created,” which is never a good sign despite being marked Saturday delivery. It wasn’t until Saturday night that the tracking info was updated for a Monday delivery. “Next day” my butt, but good things come to those who wait, right? And so this was on my doorstep this morning:

Fitbit Charge HR prereleaseI immediately charged it up, transferred my data from my Force, and took it out for a run. It wasn’t my best run (a recap about how I’m using the excuse of a dog bite to explain my poor Thanksgiving Day Race performance is forthcoming), but as far as I can tell, the heart rate tracking is pretty good. Here’s the Charge HR (left) next to my beat-up Force:

fitbit charge HR vs forceMy Force served me well over the year, but I’m excited for life with the Charge HR.

And for those of you who don’t care about Fitbits in the slightest, here is a photo of a bah humpug:

bah humpug

The past two weeks in pictures and a corgi butt

8 Aug

There is the sprint you do at the finish line of a race, and then the sprint you do when you spot a corgi at the end of the street IN YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD ASAKSDFJLKADF HOW HAVE I BEEN OUT RUNNING AND WALKING SO MANY TIMES AND NEVER RUN INTO THIS MAJESTIC CREATURE?!

Ahem.

So I ran faster than I have ever run before to catch up to this little guy and slyly took a photo. In typical Renee/British fashion I was too shy to ask the owner if I could pet her corgi or perhaps steal him. The photo came out horrible because it was slyly taken, but here it is zoomed in so you can see the grainy momo and tail. (The fact that this corgi had a tail probably means he’s related to the royal corgis because the queen prefers corgis with tails. Obviously).

crappy corgi pic

And now I will proceed to use my Instagram account to remind myself what I’ve been up to lately and what I wanted to share with you.

hot buttered cherriosI am all about hot buttered Cherrios lately. It’s exactly what it sounds like — Cherrios (or in my case, cheapo Aldi brand honey hoops) cooked in melted butter until lightly toasted and hot. It’s from a 1982 Cheerios magazine ad. Chocolate Cherrios were on sale this week so I hot buttered those too. I can never go back to eating Cherrios out of the box like a normal person now.

Speaking of food, I found this bad boy on sale in the Tesco foreign food aisle:

kraft dinner london

It still cost me the equivalent of $2.50, but it was worth it. Sometimes you just need some neon powdered cheese product.

 

broken fitbit force

About a week ago I woke up in the middle of the night and my Fitbit Force was lying beside me in two pieces. I freaked out because I cannot live without it and and I can’t get a replacement because the Force was recalled, but also because I was not going to get an accurate sleep reading with it lying on top of my laptop beside me. I tried fixing it with Elmer’s glue and tape, which lasted all of seven hours, and then I pulled out the big guns — superglue. It’s been holding for a week now ::knock on wood:: My friend sent me an article David Sedaris wrote about his Fitbit obsession and I could fully relate. I’m either going to be curled up in the corner crying if this superglue doesn’t hold or walking around trying to count my steps manually. Let’s just hope it holds and the new model is released soon.

london shakespeare globe

A couple weeks ago I saw Antony and Cleopatra at the Globe. I’m still not a Shakespeare fan, but I’d rather see it live than read it, and I’d rather watch it sitting down than standing. Three hours standing in direct sunlight, no thank you.

1984 london

1984 was more my style (and my 20th show in London!). I did the day seat queue thing, but instead of running back home to eat and change and come back out, I brought my laptop with me, got some work done at the library, checked out the BP Portrait Award winners at the National Portrait Gallery, ate sushi in the park, then went to the show. It was a lovely afternoon, I may have to try it again with another show soon.

The effects of afternoon tea on jet lag

20 Jan

I bet whoever came up with the washer-dryer combo unit thought it was the greatest idea ever. Heck, I thought it was the greatest thing ever when I first saw one. And then I used it. I believe Ron Swanson said it best:

ron swanson half assMy clothes aren’t that clean and are still damp despite being in dryer mode for 2 1/2 hours, but hey, at least I have one less appliance in my flat, right?

Since I used the word “flat” and am complaining about laundry, you are safe to assume I made it back to London in one piece (and with all my luggage! Which was inspected by the TSA twice, since apparently not that many people travel with jars of Peanut Butter & Co. and a julienne vegetable peeler.)  I am now deep in the struggles of remembering what my daily life is like when I’m not struggling to fall asleep and then forcing myself to wake up. I remember I used to love grocery shopping and did a lot of laundry, so that’s what I did today, and I should probably get some work done, but these sheets … so warm and clean!

I got a FitBit Force watch for Christmas, which thanks to a major back order, arrived two days before I left. It’s a nifty little contraption that measures the amount of steps you take, miles you walk, and hours you sleep, which is especially fun to track when jet lagged. Thursday night I logged 2 1/2 hours of sleep, which is a new record for plane sleeping for me, thanks to this gloriousness:

empty airplane seats

I always say I can’t sleep on planes, but what I really can’t do is sleep sitting up (I originally typed that “sit sleeping up.” Yeah… can you tell I need to sleep up soon?) I purposely chose this row of empty seats and then obsessively tracked the seat map on the United app to make sure nobody booked a seat in my row at the last minute. The downside of flying during the winter is the high chance of mechanical problems or weather cancellations, but at least the planes from the US to London are rarely full.

On Friday night I logged 9 1/2 hours of sleep, and thought I was back on track. But then Stephen and I went to afternoon tea at The Dorchester to celebrate our anniversary. It was lovely — the food, champagne and tea… lots and lots of tea, which it turns out doesn’t go well with jet lag. According to my FitBit, I was “restless” for an hour and a half before finally falling asleep on Saturday night. No more guzzling nearly two pots of tea for me.

I’ll end with a couple photos I took at the afternoon tea before I start talking too much about sleep, laundry and grocery shopping — or, my luxurious London life!

afternoon tea dorchester

afternoon tea dorchester cake