Fitbit. Love it or hate it?

I have finally given into the temptation of the trendy Fitbit.

There was three reasons for this:

1. One could always move more. How do you know what you've done if you can't track it.
2. I'm American. What American couldn't loose 10 pounds.
3. My husband.

Honestly my husband should have been reason number 1. He and I are highly competitive and now we can compete without being near each other.  So far Dave and I are tied at 1 win and 1 loss each. Unacceptable.

I picture my husband coming home late from work and walking in circles around our basement just to sneak in a couple more steps before the midnight finish line. That or attaching the Fitbit to my dog and letting him run around the backyard while playing fetch.  Yes, that thought went through my mind once or twice. I know my dog would be all too willing.

So far I love my Fitbit. It's been a fun way to motivate myself to move more without a temporary scale guilt trip.

If anyone out there wants a Fitbit bud just let me know. Competition is addictive, fun and gratifiying (when you win at least).