I have been on a health and wellness journey for the last two years. I write fairly often about it because it has become such a huge part of my life now. I totally neglected myself for 8 years of my marriage, and prioritized getting my husband through medical school and residence, and carrying, birthing, and caring for our four small children. Returning to a season of self-care has been amazingly healing for my body and soul, and I am blessed to have a husband and family who support me on this journey.
With the dawn of quarantine, I found myself leaning to more quarantine treats and less green leafy veggies. So starting Week 2, I began tracking my food with My Fitness Pal. It made it easy to see if I had room for ice cream or a vodka freezie pop, or if I needed an extra bike ride at the end of the day to work those off.
But it made me question how many calories I was actually burning throughout the day and especially during workouts. So for Mother’s Day, I asked for a FitBit, and my fam delivered. It’s such an easy app to use, and the device is super convenient.
However, one thing I did not expect was FitBit giving me more than just a reflection of physical fitness, but also my emotional health.
Y’all… Fitbit consistently logs fussing as active minutes.
Umm what?
Yep. My heart rate elevates and I typically enter the “Fat Burn” zone while fussing at my children… and it was happening way more than I would have liked for it to happen.
I see you FitBit.
So, I upped my deep breaths and really used that data as a red flag that something needs to change. And I’m not really gonna change my kids, right? It starts with me and how I react to them. So, I’m working on cooling down, so I can respond (not react) calmly and effectively to their needs.
