Happy & Healthy
Obsessed with the heart rate monitor
Suddenly it was there and I couldn't imagine life without it. The heart rate monitor of my iPhone. For months, what am I saying, years, I completely ignored that heart icon on my screen, but now it is (okay, after Instagram, Facebook, and Google Analytics (on which I see the visitor numbers of Amayzine)) the first thing I check.
I'm not that interested in the heart rate, but this app keeps track of how many kilometers you cover and how many stairs you climb. And since then, my inner Jet has come out in completely unexpected ways. Picking up my daughter's birthday cake from the bakery in the middle of the city? I do it on foot. Taking my middle daughter to swimming lessons at that pool seven kilometers away? By bike. Why take a taxi? in New York? Walking is at least as fun (and a nice side effect is that you can immediately jump into a store if you see something you like). I even managed to entice my husband to the renting of a city bike instead of being transported in a black town car. The score in New York was at 17 kilometers every day, and yesterday on an incredibly ordinary Thursday, I also managed to clock a rough ten kilometers. Just by taking the bike. Or the old-fashioned legs.
”At home, I snatch the iPhone from the fingers of my equally addiction-prone daughter and walk around with my Jérôme Dreyfuss crossbody.”
The downside is that my slightly addiction-prone side takes over. At home, I snatch the iPhone from the fingers of my equally addiction-prone daughter and walk around with my Jérôme Dreyfuss crossbody tripping around. An hour at home quickly adds up to a rough nine stairs, you should know, and those count hard in your daily overview, you should know.
At the office, my desk is about sixty meters away from the front door and the toilet. I used to find that incredibly annoying, but nowadays I jump up first when a courier comes to deliver a package and I no longer hold in my little urges like I used to, but I skip to the little room at the slightest urge. All in the company of my mobile phone, of course.
The problem is that I find everything under ten kilometers too little these days. Today my daughter has to swim in a village that is about seven kilometers from our house. Anyway, by bike. And of course, I'm not taking a taxi to the station tonight. The idea, you know. I put everything in to touch at least those ten kilometers a day. I've heard that walking meetings are incredibly popular. So dear colleagues, I would leave those Loubies at home on Monday. Walking is the word. Amen.
