I drowned my Garmin yesterday. I didn’t mean to; it’s supposed to be water resistant to a certain depth, but it wasn’t. All of the steps I took walking along the beach and hiking to the tree from the Castaway movie (see picture below) were lost.
He won’t outright say so, but I think my husband is secretly glad my Garmin kicked the bucket. He isn’t a fan of my late night living room laps; especially on vacation. He’s supportive of my goals, but that doesn’t mean he necessarily likes them.
Final step count: no clue
Along with my Garmin, all of my self-restraint and motivation died too. Both yesterday and today were both above-maintenance calorie days. Ironically, just a little while ago, an email from the wellness center popped into my inbox: they would like to schedule my next Bod Pod. Today is technically the end of the third week since my last one.
My husband recently upgraded his Garmin, so I intend to use his old one (it’s the same model as my now-deceased one) instead of buying a new one. Until then, I don’t really have a way of tracking my steps, unless I try to carry my phone with me everyone – which I don’t intend to do on vacation.
We’re scheduled to return home on Sunday, so I’ll have to start fresh on Monday. It’s not the ideal solution, but it’s the best one I have. Until then, I’ll just have to do my best to stay active and not go over my maintenance calorie goal.
Current step total: your guess is as good as mine