Some time ago, I purchased a Fitbit. In my case it was an
Un-Fitbit, but that’s okay. It does what I want it to do. It encourages me a
little. If I’m reasonably close to the daily 10,000-step goal, for example, I
walk around a little more in order for my activity-tracking wristband to give me the little vibration and
flashing lights that mean “Yay! You met your goal!”
It’s also been an eye-opener when it comes to shut-eye.
Because it tracks sleep/wake cycles, it showed me why I often feel so tired
even though I thought I was getting huge amounts of sleep. Turns out I really just function much better than I’d realized on very little. Now it's giving me clues to improve the quality.
Problem is, at some
point my priorities shifted. It's all subconscious, of course, but these days I find myself exercising only to get
that reinforcing little “yay.” And I know I'm not alone. I once waited for an exercise friend to go back and
get her wristband so that she got “credit” for walking. I understood
completely. I sometimes catch myself thinking that if I don’t see that number,
the exercise was wasted. It almost feels as if it didn’t take place at all if I
can’t later check my stats.
It reminds me a little of a story one of my college psychology professors told about missionaries trying to explain the rhythm method of birth
control to women in a third world country. The missionaries used an abacus
because they thought it would be straightforward. Slide a bead over for each day, they explained. If it’s a green bead, you are good to go. If a red bead, abstain. The rate of unwanted pregnancies remained
unchanged, however, and everyone was flummoxed…until they realized if the women wanted to have sex
on a red-bead day, they were just sliding back to a green bead. The green bead, after
all, meant they wouldn’t get pregnant.
A friend sent me a cartoon about making grandchildren wear
the Fitbit to fulfill exercise quotas, but since neither of us is a grandmother
yet, we wondered if pets would work. Those little wristbands might double as collars for cats or small dogs, after all.
Sometimes when I walk through my house, I swing my arms just
a little too much. Am I fooling myself?
You betcha. Call it the Green Bead Effect.
Progress, not
perfection. ~Loketo Soukous


