inertial sloth

i am, at my very core, a lazy person. super lazy. even worse, i'm a lazy person who rationalizes their laziness. i concoct grand excuses in my head, you know, in the event that anyone were to question me on it.

(yet to happen.)

i'm really quite skilled at doing nothing and remaining largely motionless for good portions of the day. an editing career only exacerbates these natural tendencies. think of me like one of those monks who sit in the snow, still as statues, meditating and melting the ice around them. but with less zen and more netflix.

oh, sure. i get the random wild hair that spurs me to manic fits of cleaning or yardwork or even workwork, but i always recenter around an economy of energy expenditure. my steady state is horizontal. my default is off, or at least power-save setting.

enter the fitbit.

i got it as a present one christmas from my brother-in-law. i had not asked for it, nor for anything exercise- or fitness-related. but there it was, a small piece of plastic with 5 LED-dots, no bigger than 2 sticks of Dentyne gum stacked on top of each other. slip it into a plastic wrist band and you've got yourself a force that can move mountains. well, one mountain. an inert mountain of woman called me.

i may be lazy, but i'm also super competitive. (oh, yes. competitive sloths do exist.) backed by data, i could now track my laziness using multiple metrics. steps, miles, minutes, calories.