Fitbit Killer

I’m pretty sure that I could look at a Fitbit and kill it or scare it away.

My very first Fitbit was in my possession for a month. I lost it less than a half a mile from Grandma’s house in Ohio. Those little trackers are not cheap. Even for the cheap one with the rubber wrist band and “so called” clasp for latching it onto your wrist, although cheaply made… are not cheap. That first one fell off my wrist. I’m pretty sure that clasp was meant to do that, so I would lose it and buy another. In all honesty, the one that fell off my wrist was not even my first.

My very, very first Fitbit was a counterfeit that I bought on eBay. It was “brand new in box” from China. I was excited to get my very, very first Fitbit so I could keep track of my activity. I ripped open the box, assembled it, charged it and synced it to the app. Or tried to sync it to the app… that app recognized that the unit was counterfeit and I was denied. At least I got a refund from eBay for that one.

Side note: Did you know that Fitbit’s help desk is on twitter? Just tweet @fitbitsupport and you get a quick reply!

The second, first Fitbit was a goner. Even though I contacted Fitbit to ask them if anyone had found it and synced it to their own app. I thought, “They must keep track of serial numbers or something. They knew when my very, very first unit was counterfeit.” Nope. They get you addicted to tracking your steps then leave you high and dry.

Left addicted without know that I was moving… I NEEDED another unit. So, I upgraded. I found a fancier one at Costco for a “decent” price and convinced my husband (ok.. begged..ok…looked at him then to it… then back to him… and back at the Fitbit…you get me.) to buy it for me. It was helping me move, after all… actually it was helping me make sure that I didn’t overdo it. The Fitbit benefits me in a different way than the average person. By keeping track of my movements, I am able to know when to STOP. A cut off point in activity. I learned that if walked more than 5,500 steps that I was in danger of exhaustion. Having a way of knowing when I was in the “red zone” I’d back off from activities and go directly home or wait in a fixed location for my companions to stop their activities. 10,000 steps = 72 hours of pain and exhaustion in bed.

I was able to keep my second Fitbit for five months before it took a dump. Midway through my time in Florida, I was busily pushing my activity envelope. Biking and walking. It tracked my sleep. Not that it helped me sleep, but the knowledge of the lack of sleep as compared to the way I felt the next day helped me get a grasp on the exhaustion.

I remember the day it dumped. I had just come home from a ride on my bike. I was elated at biking six miles! I had formed a routine.. come home, pop a Motrin before the onset of overwhelming pain, then hop in the pool. This time, while in the pool with my waterproof Fitbit, I checked my stats and the screen had frozen. Shit. Again I tweet Fitbit Support. This time with a picture of the frozen screen.

I’d never seen the icon on the screen before, so I knew there was a problem. The friendly Fitbit folks diagnosed my problem within a few hours and offered to replace my unit for free. Or… they said… upgrade for 30% off…

ooooooh upgrade… ?
No, I should go for a replacement it’s more economical… I like what I’ve got.”
Yes…. yes a new, better, UPGRADE!

“no”

“yes!”

I upgraded. All the bells and whistles that my bank account could handle.  THIS one could read my heart rate! Did you know that those of us with fibromyalgia have a different heart rate? I neeeeed this one. This time, I opted for a fancy warranty!…

Gimme, gimme that new Charge 2! Heart rate, step count, floors, timers, trackers! I could track my bike rides! Full. On.  Addiction. I do not exist unless my Fitbit tells me I do. 

Look! I’m in fat burn mode!

Look! I slept 4 hours! Here’s where I was in R.E.M. and here’s where I got up to pee!

Look! I walked 5,890 steps without exhaustion! Loooook! I biked this long and got this much cardio and my heart rate was this! Holy shit! I AM ALIVE!

 

 

 

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Fitbit number four (five?) has just taken a dump.

The screen has been fading over the last few days and now, barely visible.
Tweet… hey Fitbit… my life is ending... I see it on the screen…fading away…

shit.