Why do I keep killing my body to keep this blog populated? What is it that I can’t go to sleep because I feel like the world needs my fanboy videos? That has to be some form of insanity, possibly acute narcissism. I mean, yeah, people like the videos, but when I die who the fux would care? It doesn’t stop, but I will one day.
That’s why I’m fuxing with this Nike Fuel Band to get me hype for getting myself healthy. I want to do whatever it takes to keep my streak going of daily goals met. It’s a small victory for me since I feel like everything else I’m working on is stuck in a stalemate. At least I can look to my wrist at the end of the day and see the flashing ‘GOAL’ lights.
This is the magic of the Nike mythos of self-empowerment thru rampant consumerism. I spend therefore I am. You should see how morose I become when I can’t spend shit because my account is overdrawn.
*looks down at wrist*
I have no hesitation recommending a Withings scale for pretty much the same reason, being able to measure the amount of body-fat vs. lean mass and being able to actually see what’s going on inside of your body increases the motivation to work-out humungously.
I might’ve written this just to get a chance to use the word “humungously” in a sentense. Mission accomplished.
Amusing post. Personal metrics can become very addictive.
I see the Jewlz fam #Gratitude