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When I’m not traveling, I try to keep my habits as healthy as possible–well, because it is really difficult to keep up good habits on the road.
Because of this, I spend my weekends home going to Farmers’ Markets, picking up fresh produce and other local products. The other thing I’ve been doing (which I’m writing more about later) is using a FitBit to track my walking. This is for at-home and travel, because I noticed I don’t walk much in some places I go to.
I’m still in the process of testing the FitBit out, but one of its features is that it won’t let you sleep late. It emits a light buzzing that is supposed to wake you up and not your partner.
Another feature it has is a sleep-tracker. FitBit lets you know how well you sleep and how much you woke up. This is awesome, and I’ve also learned I sleep like a rock. Here are two nights in a row for me:
Those bedtimes are really late for me usually, but what can I say? The Hallmark Channel started showing Murder She Wrote episodes later than usual.
Because I was going to bed so late, I wanted to make sure I didn’t miss the early morning farmers’ market on Saturday. I set the anti-oversleep feature on the FitBit website (you do not control it through the device itself) and went to bed.
I was so eager to get to the Farmers’ Market, I woke up in time. I verified on the website that FitBit knew I was awake and headed out the door, FitBit in tow. Or rather, I should say, in bra.
The FitBit’s suggested method of carrying it around is in your bra–and well, I’ve found this to be really effective.
I was in the middle of buying some veggies from a vendor, when I heard a BZZ BZZ sound. The vendor and people shopping around me noticed too.
I looked down, and my entire bussom was shaking.
What the…?
And that is how I learned the FitBit does not automatically shut off the anti-oversleep alarm automatically, even though it knew I was awake.
I figured I’d ignore it and it would shut off eventually. That would be too easy. I was getting suspicious glances from the over-paranoid Washington, DC crowd. After all, there have been actual threats involving fake boobs.
I finally realized I have to shut this thing off. The Farmers’ Market is an open area, so there’s no corner to dive into. So I swallowed my pride, turned towards the edge of one of the tents, and dug around until I figured out how to shut the darn thing off.
I looked up and saw about six people, staring at me, mouths agape. Probably wondering how the hell I snoozed my boobs.
Always an adventure. At least I’m not actually a FemBot.
Disclosure: If you purchase items from my Amazon links, I receive a small bit of affiliate credit. If you purchase a FitBit, please do not do as I do, and definitely be especially careful in an airport.  I appreciate your support!
This would not have been good thing to happen at the airport.
They were randomly wanding people for metals at a sporting event I went too also, and immediately made sure to tell them about the FitBit.
Only you Jeanne, only you. You will LOVE the Fitbit. I’m so glad Karen told me about. I actually recently lost mine (I had a first gen Ultra) and had to immediately replace it with the new One. I can’t live without this thing.
Ha ha! Sounds like something that would happen to me 🙂
I used to clip mine (it was original that sadly died) to my left bra strap/cup. Since I don’t have a smartphone to sync it with, and was obsessed with my step count, I would find ways to discreetly check it. Unless I was at the gym or derby practice. Then I didn’t care and would shameless check it. It’s funny when someone asks if you know what time it is. I would refer to my fitbit, and get really really strange looks. “Yes, I can tell you the time. Let me refer to my left breast.” At derby practice, this became known as “boob time.”
That is hilarious. I may have to get one for my wife and randomly set the alarm to see how she reacts when it goes off. 😛