Competition

The desire to be the best is innate in all humans. We all want to be better, faster, stronger and smarter than everyone else. If you don’t, well.. you’re lying to yourself. It’s important that we get that job – above all other applicants. We want to marry the prettiest or smartest or wealthiest people. We all want to be better.

This is healthy. In fact, it’s the norm. Between friends and lovers alike… a little competition does everyone some good! Unless you’re crazy competitive.. like me.

I have been using a fitbit pedometer for well over a year now and I love it. I function around it. It’s absolutely amazing for control freaks like myself. I track my sleep, exercise, and food daily… and I get to see how they all interact. Days where I get more sleep, I’m less hungry. Days where I eat less carb-heavy food, I walk more… so on and so forth. It’s amazing. I know everything I could possibly want to know about my body that you can track as a metric. AWESOME!

Except that recently, my boyfriend got a fitbit. Why wouldn’t he? He’s also a control freak (Perhaps it’s why he understands me so well and doesn’t want to deck me in the face on a regular basis)! However, now that he has one.. I friended him on fitbit.com and I can see how many more (or less) steps he walks than I do. And I’ve gone bonkers on beating him. Everyday I sync up my fitbit to see how far I’ve walked, and all the rest of the information and the first thing my eyes go to is how much he’s walked. I do a little happy dance in my head if he’s walked less than me. This is what I mean by crazy competitive. If he’s anywhere close to where I am for the week, I make a mental note and take my dog on like a 3 mile walk or so to MAKE SURE he has no shot in hell of beating me. MUST. BE. BETTER.

This is of course a really great thing for my health. I’m walking more and have even lost a bit of weight. There must be an upside to being such a nut job right?