I'm still enjoying the Fitbit. Most of the time. I don't particularly enjoy it on nights like tonight, when I feel like being utterly lazy and I see that my step count is atrociously low. In general, I find that I take the stairs more when I use it, and I am less likely to skip a planned run.
not at goal. and I'm not in the mood to pace around . . .
It hasn't created all that much behavior change -- though it has cultivated more of an awareness, I suppose. Maybe that's the first step?
I've been logging food into MyFitnessPal again, sort of as an experiment. It turns out there is a reason I have not lost the last several lbs of baby weight: I apparently eat too much. Sometimes, anyway. I DO feel like the app helps me to -- again -- cultivate awareness of what I am eating. I'm less likely to grab a bit of this or that just because it's there. But I still refuse to go hungry.
(the "snack" section is hiding beneath dinner and it totals 592 calories. interesting . . .)
ON A RELATED NOTE: C made it through the night three (THREE!) nights in a row. Waking up at 5:55 am has never felt so luxurious and wonderful. Come on number 4 . . .