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fitbit flex — first impressions (updated)

A Lit­tle Background

Though not really a New Year’s res­o­lu­tion, I started work­ing on my health and fit­ness since the begin­ning of the year. Given then I am a tech and data nerd, it should come as no sur­prise that I found way to track my health & fit­ness activ­i­ties with apps and online tools. I tried work­ing with a trainer on FitOr­bit for a while. After a month, I found that the expe­ri­ence really didn’t meld well with my style. I took a lot of things that I learned from FitOr­bit and went back to the gym. Stay tuned for a post about my progress toward spe­cific weight and nutri­tion goals.

After I moved on from FitOr­bit, I wanted to find a pro­gram and/or app that would allow me to keep track of my food intake as well as daily exer­cise. There are a lot of apps and online tools avail­able, but I decided on My Fit­ness Pal. In a nut­shell, MyFit­ness­Pal has a huge data­base of food (both raw ingre­di­ents and pre­pared foods). I enter my the com­po­nents of each meal through­out the day, and all the calo­ries are dis­played. I also enter my car­dio and/or strength activ­i­ties and MyFit­ness­Pal makes caloric cal­cu­la­tions, show­ing a com­plete pic­ture of my intake and calo­ries spent. If you like data, par­tic­u­lar at the gran­u­lar level, a ser­vice like MyFit­ness­Pal will serve you well. If the idea of man­u­ally enter­ing infor­ma­tion about each meal and exer­cise is syn­ony­mous with fin­ger­nails on a chalk­board, these tools and the fit­ness bands, dis­cussed below, might not be for you.

I use the MyFit­ness­Pal app daily. That account is synced to my Fit­Bit account, because I have a Fit­Bit Aria wire­less scale, which I love! The scale auto­mat­i­cally uploads my weight and BMI directly into my account wire­lessly, using my home WiFi net­work. All of that data between Fit­Bit car­ries over to my account with MyFit­ness­Pal. Con­versely, all of the food and exer­cise that I enter into MyFit­ness­Pal shows up in Fit­Bit. To make it all work, I only rely on Fit­Bit for weight, BMI. Every­thing else is han­dled by MyFit­ness­Pal. It takes some­one ded­i­cated to enter­ing food and exer­cise reg­u­larly to make apps like Fit­Bit or MyFit­ness Pal really work for you. I am, admit­tedly, a bit obses­sive, so enter­ing all of that infor­ma­tion is not a prob­lem. Carla, on the other hand, doesn’t want a device that requires a lot of man­ual input. Thus, the Jaw­bone UP wouldn’t work, sim­ply because of because of the man­ual sync require­ment. She might like the Flex, but only for the daily steps and sleep data. How­ever, she already has a pretty advanced pedome­ter, so unless the sleep data is really impor­tant to her, I don’t know if it’s worth pur­chas­ing.
 

Fit­Bit Flex


Legit­i­mate Fit­ness Tool or a Glo­ri­fied, $100 Pedometer?

A cou­ple of co-workers have the Jaw­bone UP fit­ness band/tracker. Another pop­u­lar band is the Nike Fuel­Band. After doing a lit­tle read­ing I decided to pre-order the Fit­Bit Flex back in March.

fitbitflexbands

The Flex arrived last Wednes­day. After a nearly a week with the band, I am try­ing to decide whether to send it back. It’s not that the device is doing less than what was adver­tised. I guess that hav­ing it on my wrist and look­ing at the data col­lected feels more like a nov­elty than some­thing actu­ally use­ful in my pur­suit of fit­ness and nutri­tion goals.

The Flex band tracks your steps, and it will also pro­vide infor­ma­tion on your sleep pat­terns. You can set step or dis­tance goals using the online Dash­board or the mobile app. The band has a small series of LED lights that show how you’re doing, 20 per­cent per light, toward your goal. The lights also pro­vide a visual con­fir­ma­tion when you tap the band to start or stop the sleep mode. The Flex also has a silent alarm, that must be set online or through the app, that vibrates. I usu­ally wake up before the alarm goes off, so I can’t say that it’s some­thing that would wake me for a deep slum­ber, or sleep walk­ing (see the next para­graph). The Jaw­Bone Up has an “idle” fea­ture that will vibrate the band if you don’t move for a set amount of time. That’s a nice “get off your ass and walk around” feature.

Other infor­ma­tion, such as nutri­tion, and phys­i­cal activ­i­ties that can’t be tracked by the Flex (cycling, swim­ming, etc.) has to be entered into your Fit­Bit account man­u­ally. Speak­ing of enter­ing infor­ma­tion, the Fit­Bit can sync with your account through your com­puter. There’s a small USB wire­less adapter that comes in the box with the Flex. You sim­ply plug the adapter into one of the USB slots on your com­puter, and as long as the Flex band is within 20 feet of the com­puter, it will con­nect. I opted to sync the band with my phone. The other way to sync the data from the Flex with your Fit­Bit account is through the mobile app. The FLex uses a low-power Blue­tooth 4.0 con­nec­tion to sync with the Fit­Bit app on your smart­phone. The Flex will sync auto­mat­i­cally if you keep the Fit­Bit app run­ning in the back­ground, oth­er­wise you have to open the app to force a sync.

As it stands, the only real addi­tive fea­ture of the Flex to my health & fit­ness is count­ing my steps. I typ­i­cally work­out twice a day (Monday-Thursday) and once on Fri­days and Sat­ur­days. I was look­ing to cap­ture the steps I talk all day — hop­ing that it would moti­vate me to walk more dur­ing the day, and take pub­lic trans­porta­tion to work instead of dri­ving. I have fid­dled with the cal­i­bra­tion on the Fit­Bit dash­board, but still can’t seem to get an accu­rate read­ing of my actual steps. For instance, this morn­ing (it’s almost 10 am), my dash­board shows that I’ve walked about 800 steps, but I have only been milling around the house. There’s no way I’ve walked 800 steps. It’s clear to me that the Flex is less accu­rate than the Fit­Bit one, solely because it resides on my wrist. I wear the Flex on my non-dominant hand. You can go into the set­tings for the Flex to indi­cate which hand you’re using to wear the Flex. You can also man­u­ally enter your stride to cal­i­brate the steps. I found that fid­dling with the set­tings has made a dif­fer­ence in the data col­lected and presented.

Track­ing my sleep data is some­thing that made the Flex more com­pelling than the Fuel­Band, or some other bands/trackers on the mar­ket. Again, after a few days, I find myself a bit let down, or even incred­u­lous, by the data pre­sented. I am at a loss to fig­ure out how the Flex (or the Jaw­bone UP) knows when I am awake through­out the night. I can see the dif­fer­en­ti­a­tion between rest­less and deep sleep (pre­sum­ably because I am still), but how in the world does the band know that I am awake? Appar­ently the Jaw­bone Up will can­cel the sleep mode when it detects steps. Work­ing on the assump­tion that I am not a sleep walker, I am call­ing BS on the some part of the Flex’s sleep stats. FitBit’s pre­sen­ta­tion of the sleep data is a bit crude. I like Jaw­bone Up’s inter­face much bet­ter. I don’t mind gran­u­lar data. In fact, gran­u­lar is desired. I find it a bit too con­ve­nient (read inac­cu­rate) that I had inter­vals of rest­less sleep — all 11 min­utes in length. That, or I am an amaz­ingly con­sis­tent with my restlessness.

As for the phys­i­cal band … My first impres­sion was that I don’t care for it that much. Even though it’s on my non-dominant hand, it kind of gets in the way — par­tic­u­larly when I’m typ­ing. The metal snap that con­nects the two ends of the band is right in the mid­dle of the under­side of your wrist (read: right where your wrist con­tacts a sur­face). In fair­ness, it’s not as bad today as it was the first cou­ple days.

fitbitflexband

Other than a wed­ding ring, I’m not much for jew­elry. I used to be a big watch guy, but now I don’t wear one. Per­haps because I don’t wear a watch or any other type of bracelet, the Flex, ini­tially, was quite notice­able; and not in a good way. It is def­i­nitely a chal­lenge to snap on. How­ever, bar­ring deep water div­ing, you’ll only have to take it off once a week to charge. If you are used to wear­ing watches, a rub­ber “cause” band, or some­thing on your wrist, you’ll prob­a­bly be ok — other than fight­ing to get the band securely fas­tened. After five days, com­fort is less of an issue. It’s also worth not­ing that bands look like they will show wear pretty soon. Addi­tion­ally, the lit­tle plas­tic “screen” on the Flex band that shows your LED pro­gres­sion lights can scratch rather eas­ily. For­tu­nately, the Flex is really a rub­ber wrist band that houses a pretty small tracker, and you can pur­chase other bands. I saw a three-pack of Flex bands on Ama­zon that gives you the option to change the band color. That’s pretty cool. You’ll need to be care­ful with the USB charg­ing cord that comes with the Flex band. It’s the only way to the charge the device. The charge con­tacts on the Flex track are proprietary.

fitbitflexcomponents

In the end, I can see how a num­ber of peo­ple view the Flex, UP, or Fuel­Band, as nov­el­ties or fit­ness fad items. There’s some truth in that, par­tic­u­larly since none of the bands have heart rate mon­i­tors or GPS built in. How­ever, these bands could serve as a visual and vibrat­ing reminder or moti­va­tor for many to get up and out. For some peo­ple that’s needed.

I am pretty self-motivated, but I love data. I’ve shown that I am will­ing to drop some coin for a device, the Aria scale, the auto­mat­i­cally syncs data that I could very well enter myself. How­ever, I must admit that I am rather let down with the Flex, so far and it just might be headed back to Fit­Bit. I think that I will give it another week.

Do you use a pedome­ter, fit­ness tracker or band? If so, please share what you use and your expe­ri­ence.
 

Update (23 May)

I decided to return the Flex.

infographics: napping

taking on a writing challenge

If you’re famil­iar with my Oper­a­tion Twenty12 project, one of the things that I wanted to work on over the course of the year was writ­ing more often. Though I believe that I have slowly started to put out more con­tent, I have still bat­tled with the frus­tra­tion of writ­ing. Not nec­es­sar­ily writer’s block, per se, but just over­com­ing the ret­i­cence to write about what­ever comes to my mind. What can, or could, I do to get over this hump? Well, I spot­ted an arti­cle a few days ago about an annual writ­ing chal­lenge and my inter­est was imme­di­ately piqued.

The National Novel Writ­ing Month, or NaNoW­riMo, is a move­ment, of sorts, that encour­ages aspir­ing writ­ers to draft a novel of at least 50,000 words in 30 days. The cre­ation of NaNoW­riMo is inter­est­ing, and you can read all about it here. I did a quick Google search and there appears to be a lot of writ­ers gear­ing up for NaNoW­riMo. Of course, the chal­lenge has its crit­ics. Laura Miller, a writer for Salon.com, wrote a rather crit­i­cal piece about National Novel Writ­ing Month a cou­ple of years ago. Car­olyn Kel­logg wrote a stri­dent coun­ter­point piece in the LA Times. To each their own, I say. If NaNoW­riMo can chal­lenge or encour­age some­one to get an idea out of his/her head…what’s the harm in that?

I have signed up for NaNoW­riMo, and I have about six days to think about a sub­ject, plot, and character(s) for my novel. If you’ve read some of my posts on this blog, you know that I am fully capa­ble of crank­ing out 1,000 or more words in a sin­gle post. Sus­tain­ing that flow of thoughts and words 50 times over seems quite daunt­ing, though. With that said, I think the most chal­leng­ing aspect of NaNoW­riMo is that I have not writ­ten any fic­tion since I was kid. I used to love writ­ing illus­trated, short sto­ries. Since then, how­ever, all of my writ­ing has been short– or long-form, non-fiction essays. Add to that, prac­ti­cally every­thing that I read is non-fiction. Just how in the world am I going to develop and write a fic­tion novel? I guess we’ll see. I see this as a chal­lenge to try out some­thing com­pletely dif­fer­ent. Some­thing way out­side of my com­fort zone. I am anx­ious, but also excited.

I believe that a cou­ple of friends, who are far more tal­ented writ­ers than I, will be par­tic­i­pat­ing in NaNoW­riMo. What about you? If you do plan to take on the chal­lenge, let me know in the com­ment sec­tion. I’d like to con­nect the peo­ple that I know are par­tic­i­pat­ing. I’d like to use a Spring­pad folder as a place where we can share ideas, sug­ges­tions, tips, and encouragement.

Given that this is a 30-day chal­lenge, You can count on me com­ing back on Decem­ber 1st to let you know what hap­pened. Wish me luck!

doing something worth repeating

I have been read­ing Sir Ken­neth Robinson’s book The Ele­ment over the last cou­ple of weeks. It is a great book about find­ing, and hon­or­ing, your true pas­sion. Inter­est­ingly, I have seen the Aris­to­tle quote above at least three times in the last week. I’m not nec­es­sar­ily one to assume fate or “things hap­pen for a rea­son,” but I must admit that after the sec­ond or third sight­ing the mean­ing of the quote started to sink in. I have yet to fig­ure my pas­sion. I cer­tainly don’t think, or want, what I cur­rently, repeat­edly, do to define me.

I work hard — repeat­edly. How­ever, I think that there’s a pretty bright line between doing some­thing out of a sense of respon­si­bil­ity and doing some­thing because of pas­sion. Don’t get me wrong, I think that doing your best on your job is def­i­nitely some­thing worth doing. It’s just not the same as work­ing, even toil­ing, on some­thing that is dri­ven by love or an inner fire. Put plainly — pas­sion. Per­haps I am writ­ing this care­fully so as not to lose my job (chor­tle); but, hon­estly, the more that I think about dis­cov­er­ing my true pas­sion, the less con­cerned I am with job secu­rity. I say this because I firmly believe that once I dis­cover or real­ize what makes me tick, the pieces will come together. I will be off and running.

I have been slowly work­ing my way through Robinson’s book because I feel like I have spent a lot of time day­dream­ing about becom­ing a full-time pho­tog­ra­pher. My inter­est has waned, rather sig­nif­i­cantly, over the past year, or so, though. I touched on this a bit in my Oper­a­tion Twenty12 piece at the begin­ning of the year. A full nine months later, if I’m being hon­est with myself, I am prob­a­bly even fur­ther away from than that day­dream than I have been since first pick­ing up a cam­era about eight years ago. The most telling sign is that I rarely pick up a cam­era any more just to shoot. I have tried to deter­mine whether I am sim­ply tak­ing an easy exit. Is becom­ing a full-time pho­tog­ra­pher just too much work, and I’m being lazy? I don’t think so.

I truly believe that we will make, or put in, the effort for some­thing we care about. I am unwill­ing to force myself to fol­low a par­tic­u­lar path sim­ply because I once thought it was “the thing.” I couldn’t care less about what oth­ers think about me chang­ing my mind. Ok…that’s not true, but I’m get­ting there. You know how it is when you pro­claim some­thing? Every­one wants to hold you to that thing, and some are oddly intractable about your dream. The glass half full view is that peo­ple see some­thing in you, or your work. They think that you’re skilled or pro­fi­cient at that par­tic­u­lar thing. Here’s the rub, though. If you’re not pas­sion­ate about what you’re doing…why bother? An Elbert Hub­bard quote came to mind.

I am pretty cer­tain that what dogs me the most is the idea that I am 46 years old and haven’t dis­cov­ered, real­ized, or acknowl­edged my true pas­sion. It seems like so many things inter­est me, yet not sin­gu­lar thing repeat­edly draws me back. This may not be true, and I may need to learn how to tune in into my heart.

One of thing that seems to be quite clear is that I am truly strug­gling to find my “thing.” I am not merely look­ing for an escape from some­thing I don’t like or work, gen­er­ally. It is as if I am hun­gry but don’t know what to eat. I know, at this point, that I don’t want filler. I want sub­stance. It is very unnerv­ing try­ing to fig­ure out just what will fill this void. It is hard to say that I am stuck in a rut, because my des­ti­na­tion is not defined. The path to dis­cov­er­ing my true pas­sion is pretty much free to explore. As the father of a high school senior, it prob­a­bly goes with­out say­ing that I have respon­si­bil­i­ties and con­cerns about my son’s next steps (col­lege) and future. How­ever, I don’t see being a good par­ent and unearthing what will sati­ate my cre­ative spirit as being mutu­ally exclu­sive. In fact, I would like to think that my son would ben­e­fit from see­ing me fol­low my heart and not accept liv­ing a life of cram­ming square pegs into round holes.

Sur­pris­ingly, I don’t really suf­fer from the more rou­tine fear of fail­ure, because you can’t fail at some­thing you never start. At this point, my biggest fear is just that — never start­ing. I have to fig­ure this out! I have reached a point, though, where I no longer want to make announce­ments or Aha! procla­ma­tions. No, I would much rather go about hon­ing in on some­thing that I just can’t do with­out, qui­etly, and make a habit of doing that thing repeat­edly — and excellently.

i just got carded

Do you remem­ber using the card cat­a­log? I sure do. My fond­est mem­o­ries of the card cat­a­log was when I was in ele­men­tary school, and my sis­ter and I would go to the Kala­ma­zoo Pub­lic Library every other week­end. We would search for inter­est­ing stuff, and walk out of the library with books stacked up to our chin. I don’t remem­ber what I checked out way back then, but it was fun to come home with a huge stack of books. Well, I took a step toward reliv­ing some of that excite­ment yes­ter­day. I stopped at the local branch of the DC Pub­lic Library and got a library card.

I know that pick­ing up a library card may seem rather triv­ial, espe­cially in this day of e-books, iPads, Kin­dles, Nooks and other e-readers. How­ever, pick­ing up a library card was sim­ply a nos­tal­gic nod to my child­hood, or the start of some move­ment against tech­nol­ogy. No. It’s much deeper than that for me.

I can­not pin­point the exact time in my life when my read­ing rou­tine changed and declined. I don’t know if the aca­d­e­mic “rigor” of mid­dle– and high school was the cul­prit, but I def­i­nitely read much less on my own — for plea­sure — as I got older. It seemed that most of the things that I read were for school. Out­side of school­work, I would mainly read car and skate­board mag­a­zines, album cov­ers (don’t ask), and occa­sion­ally thumb through shelves lined with Ency­clo­pe­dia Bri­tan­nica and National Geo­graphic mag­a­zines. (What can I say? I’ve been a nerd for a long time.) I was an Eng­lish major in col­lege, and cer­tainly read a lot. Though much of the mate­r­ial that I read in col­lege lit­er­a­ture classes was inter­est­ing and enjoy­able, that read­ing, again, was not for plea­sure. It took effort to read all of those books. The only thing that saved me through­out my years in school, includ­ing law school, is that I typ­i­cally retain what I read.

But what hap­pened to read­ing for plea­sure? How do I get that back?

The answer to that ques­tion has been rather hard to pin down. If you pay atten­tion to my book­marks series, you prob­a­bly are think­ing, “It sure seems like you read a lot;” but that read­ing is spread out over the course of a week, and it comes in doses. No longer do I curl up in a chair with a book like I did when I was a kid — escap­ing into the story.

I have yet to read Nicholas Carr’s The Shal­lows: What the Inter­net Is Doing to Our Brains, which is sit­ting on my cof­fee table, but I am very inter­ested to look deeper into about what Carr has to say about how our brains are being rewired because of the Inter­net. I touched on this a bit in my piece about opt­ing out of social media, but I feel like my thoughts and focus are shot. I look with envy when I see some­one lost in a book. Carla is a vora­cious reader. I want some of that.

I think the first step toward my goal of read­ing more is to fig­ure out what I am really inter­ested in. I never real­ized how much I wanted to impress oth­ers with smarts. I would, some­times, read obscure works just that I could sound, if not be, learned. My inter­est was not con­nected to what was revealed between the cov­ers of the book, but by the reac­tions of those who heard me recite the words from these books. That’s bad.

[Start: “dirty laun­dry”]

Some­time this prac­tice applied to things that inter­ested me, too. I’ve done a lot of read­ing and think­ing about the plight of Blacks in this coun­try, as well as Blacks in the dias­pora. How­ever, there are times when I would just feel “Blacked Out.” I got sick of always, and fairly exclu­sively, read­ing about Black peo­ple. For the record, it’s not as easy as just say­ing “Well, just read some­thing else.” At least it wasn’t that easy for me, because I have always felt a respon­si­bil­ity for being knowl­edge­able about the his­tory, and cur­rent con­di­tion, of Black peo­ple. That prob­a­bly needs to be worked out in another post, and I need to move on. I’ll just say this: That shit is exhausting! Fortunately, I have moved to a place where I am focused on being authen­tic and not liv­ing to prove or jus­tify myself, or impress others.

[End “dirty laun­dry”]

So, what do I want to read? I have always said that I don’t enjoy fic­tion, which is a bit because I love fic­ti­tious movies. Nev­er­the­less, I’ve tried and failed to get into most fic­tion books. It could have some­thing to do with my lack of patience and focus. I prob­a­bly haven’t given most books time to warm up and grab my atten­tion. I’ve had a bad habit of approach­ing books with a microwave atten­tion span. Come on! It’s been 30 sec­onds already. Why aren’t you hot yet?

Recently, I picked up Shelly Turkle’s Alone Together: Why We Expect More From Tech­nol­ogy and Less From Each Other, about the ironic phe­nom­e­non of the dis­con­nec­tion in the age of online social net­works and tech­no­log­i­cal tools like email, text mes­sag­ing and instant mes­sag­ing. The book has pulled me in, and I admit that I have been quite proud about plow­ing through the book. I feel inspired. I’ve started to think about what I want to read next. The dif­fer­ence is that I feel the urge to fol­low through, whereas before I would just buy a new book that would even­tu­ally just col­lect dust on the shelf, cof­fee table or night stand. I was so tick­led with myself in the library that I must have walked around for about 30 min­utes before I started to hone in on some books that I have been eye­balling lately. Most of them have to do with cre­ativ­ity, focus, and learn­ing more about how our minds work. Just as I was about to pick up The Ele­ment: How Find­ing Your Pas­sion Changes Every­thing by Ken Robi­son, I saw Moon­walk­ing with Ein­stein: The Art and Sci­ence of Remem­ber­ing Every­thing and it spoke to me. I took the book the counter with a big smile on my face. The librar­ian was still enter­ing my infor­ma­tion into the com­puter. She scanned the book and pulled out the date stamp to mark my due date. I felt myself shrink to a lit­tle kid look­ing up to the counter, reach­ing out to take my book home. Some­times we can — and should — relive our childhood.

I just pre-ordered a Nexus 7 tablet, so I am already won­der­ing if I will move to read­ing only e-books. I think that the con­ve­nience of an e-reader will be nice, but I think that I’d like to not lose that sen­sa­tion of hold­ing a book in my hands; not to men­tion the child-like thrill of going to the library.

Do you have a library card? If so, do you actively use it?