Monday I focused on The Real Housewives. To prove I have
varied tastes today’s post was inspired by a New York Times article. Before you give me credit, know this piece was
clipped from Sunday Styles. Despite my RHONY embarrassment I know, via Google
Analytics tracking, that many of you read the Ramona post. And I know from the “United States ofMetrics” that sixty-nine percent of Americans track their weight, diet or
exercise. So there’s lots of tracking going on.
In addition to Google Analytics, at
any given point I know my Fitbit steps (only 44 but it’s 5:30AM), water intake
(8oz going up to 80, fingers crossed) and Instagram followers (2120, Snack Queen
is to blame for this obsession). I used to care about Twitter but I’m newer to
Instagram and yes even for me it seems there are only so many things one can
track. Feiler writes, “we are awash in numbers. Data is everywhere.
Old-fashioned things like words are in retreat; numbers are on the rise.”
I find numbers fun and motivating
but you have to be careful. I take a spin classes at a place called Flywheel.
While the other popular NYC studio focuses on “Soul”, Flywheel has metrics. You
are guided through class with suggestions for torq and rpm (revolutions per
minute). There’s even an optional torq board showing how you stack up versus
others and you get a total number at the end of the session. If that’s not
enough if you hit 3,000 for the month you “powered up” and
receive a congratulatory email and a tank top. I don’t always love the tank but
the e-patontheback? Fantastic.
When I started Flywheel, my total
number wasn’t even on par with the lowest number on the board. I persevered and
eventually felt confident to opt into the board. I continued to take classes
and improve my scores and then something happened. One day, from the start of
class it was clear something was off, my score seemed higher. This improvement
wasn’t attributed to my fitness but to an “easy” bike. My total was tremendous
and even knowing it was an error didn’t detract from my euphoria.
A couple of classes later spin
karma struck and I was suddenly on the hardest bike in the world. I was working
twice as hard and couldn’t even achieve my usual scores. I was frustrated and
complained to management. Depressed and lacking confidence, I took myself off
of the board.
But technology can be fun, for some
more fun than others. I learned in the
Times article that the Spreadsheet app calculates the length of sexual
encounters…um no thanks. Tracking has its limits. I have been burned by a
malfunctioning GPS watch malfunctioning during a marathon and on a bumpy boat
ride my Fitbit mistook bumps for steps.
And all the nutrition apps in the
world cannot assess what made you eat the 400 additional calories after dinner
or why you tend to blow it on the weekends. I seriously hope we don’t have to
choose one or the other because I still like words and conversation. I’m even
trying to take Richard Branson’s advice to use the phone more (and email less).
Wait, is there an app for that?
Are you a tracker or not so much? Which apps or devices do you
use? Do you know anyone who uses Spreadsheet, c’mon tell me.
