So my phone has this built in app that tracks my activity. You can enter your weight and your food and water and basically it will tell you when to put the cookie down and walk around a bit.
It will even track your heart-rate and stress level.
At this point I know you are yelling at me that you aren't a Luddite and you are aware of all the cool things phones can do now. I know. Sorry. Just in case.
This isn't a tech lesson though.
This is the rant of a crazy person who talks to her phone.
You see it tells me when I'm on target to achieve my active minutes. The only problem being that I don't normally have my phone on me while I'm exercising so it inevitable yells at me about how lazy I'm being as I'm walking out of the gym dripping in sweat.
Take this morning. 30 minutes jogging on the god awful treadmill (at a pace a snail would sneer at) and just as I finish wiping up my puddle the dam thing tells me I need to pick up the pace if I'm going to hit my goal.
I didn't give the damn thing a goal nor did I ask it to silently judge me.
Piss off Phone.
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Whatever, your phone probably just sits around all day! What a hypocrite!
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