Today I had a revelation. As I was about to head back upstairs to place my fitbit in my bra, as I do every day, I realized I didn't care what it said. I have hit the 10,000 steps a lot. I have been just under even after a nice 5k walk, I have gone over traipsing through the streets of Paris, Bruges, Cologne - to name a few. These past few weeks I have been doing more strength training - kettlebells and I have made fast friends. Oh they have an evil side and that is was makes them fun! The reshaping in one week is worth a thousand steps! So therein lies the dilemma. Who needs to count steps any more? I know approximately what the 10k steps looks like with many evenings spent walking around my living room to get those last 1000. I do side steps/skaters while cooking. I balance on one foot while brushing my teeth. I have learned to fit fitness in when ever. I don't need the "little thing" between my boobs to know I am on the right track.
Like an addict though, I expect it will be nestled back there tomorrow. I'm not sure how I feel about that.