Meeting My Goals

I have an app on my phone, ironically named “Fit.” This app measures my footsteps, along with and any other theoretical exercise I might accidentally be performing.

I don’t pay a lot of attention to this thing. The only times I really pay any attention to it is when Sam and I are on walks - which, except for the occasional Pokemon Go! event, is currently pretty infrequent.

The only other time I pay attention to this app is when it suggests that maybe I should consider reducing my goals - which is kind of surprising since I didn’t know I had any goals - exercise or otherwise.

Anyway, being the sheep that I am, I followed the recommendation and reduced my alleged goal - which apparently I didn't reduce low enough, because it kept telling me to reduce it even more.

I’m happy to report that now, for the first time in quite a while, I got a “congratulations” on meeting this latest reduced goal. It seems my goal is now so low that all it takes for me to meet it, is to walk from my car to the back of the local Walmart and then back to the car again - which, by the way, I did while barely working up a sweat.

I’m feeling pretty good about this.

Now, all I have to do is to continue to reduce all of my other goals - which I’ll do, once I figure out what they are.