Our friends Wes and Rachael were here for the annual New Year’s party, and when I mentioned that I wanted to track calories for health reasons, they downloaded Myfitnesspal for me on my iPhone.
It tells me I need to eat a 1200-calorie diet if I want to lose a pound a week for a goal of 20 pounds.
I told my iPhone that seemed unreasonable. In fact, I told it I didn’t appreciate it judging me. But there was no entry button for actually imputing that data.
C’mon, I live in a bookstore with one of the best cafes in the world in it, where stuff is made from scratch, not cream of soup bases. It’s WHOLESOME food.
“Wholesome’s just another word for triple left to lose,” sang Jack. (We listened to that Kris Kristofferson special on NPR last week.)
But wait, says Wes, there’s a bracelet you can wear, and it tells you how much you’re walking or running or rowing or skipping or whatever. And whatever you do for exercise earns you extra calories you can eat. Nice system, eh?
Yeah. Finding time to exercise…. I said, “Does the bracelet know when you’re carrying 12 hardbacks through the shop to the farthest points so you can shelve one in each section?”
“Hmm, let’s put that under weight lifting,” Wes said.
So we tried it. Not only does it know, but apparently that’s worth a fourth-cup of Kelley’s chicken and dumplings.
Things are looking up. Booksellers do a lot of booking when we’re booking books.
I’ll be able to eat after all.
It’s been a week. Did you lose the pound?
I forgot to weigh myself before I started. I have a PhD, you know, which means I pretty much need help with zippers.
But I can find out next week.