What a FitBit Would Track If Moms Designed It
I will never own a FitBit. It might destroy me. I have just enough OCD to view each day as an extension of the one before – a staircase descending to self-improvement hell. My nature runs contrary to continual data. After a month, I’d be Forrest Gump-ing it – running across country because my FitBit whispered that I could. I did buy one for my husband though. True to his nature, he let in die …