I just ordered new running shoes, the kind that have an insert so you can put in this fancy pedometer that connects to your iTouch or iPhone. It'll keep track of my workouts and apparently turn me into some sort of amazing physical and mental specimen. Or, at least that is what I have convinced myself.
I don't know why, but for some reason--especially when it comes to fitness--I take one look at a new gadget and start hallucinating about how it will most definitely convert me into something that I absolutely know in my heart that I am not.
And no matter how much I try to talk myself out of a new gadget, I just cannot resist. Especially since the little gadget costs less than 30 bucks and I need new running shoes, anyway.
Not to mention, I have heard that if you walk 10,000 steps a day all your problems will instantly go away, and even though I've tried to stay on top of those 10,000 steps, I keep losing count.
So there. I absolutely must have that fancy pedometer. (Thing is, I don't wear shoes in the house.)
Sure, I have favorite needles, but I don't own a set of interchangeable knitting needles, nor do I have one of those knit kits or one of those new yarn spheres everyone seems to have all of a sudden. I don't have fancy anything, really, come to think of it. I even use some old plastic double point needles because, well...because they're there. And they work. And scissors? Forget about getting good ones. Those things, they practically get up and walk out of the house when I'm not looking. I can't seem to hang onto a pair to save my life.
BTW: That's Girlfriend's sock monkey. The pictures are there for no other reason than to serve as a reminder that I promised her I would re-sew his ear because it's falling off. When asked why it's falling off, she replied: "Because I hug him so hard."