I lost my Fitbit.
I am boarder line obsessed with it, so for me to suddenly realize in the middle of the Supermarket that it was not on my wrist was jarring.
I retraced my steps in the market. No fitbit. I finished my shopping and scoured the ground around the car - nothing. Then the car itself. Nope.
I drove to the gas station and looked around the pump I had just visited. Then went inside to see if anyone turned in a lost fitbit. Zero.
I drove home and looked everywhere. My poor fitbit was no where to be found.
As it was time to go to my appointment at the chiropractor, I left the house (after searching the garage and car one last time). I was getting so frustrated, and sad. All these extra steps, wasted! Argh!!!
So I get to the chiropractor, and as I'm walking in I think to myself "maybe I'll turn on the app and see what happens." So I do.
Fitbit says "looking.......synching......connected".
Wha....? This means my Fitbit is somewhere nearby and is synching with the app on my phone.
I walk, and see on the app that my steps are counting up. I stop, they stop. I walk, the number goes up. I think I passed a few people with my obsessive start and go game, but I was so immersed in my own drama that I didn't even notice.
I get to the office and feel like I have to explain why I'm stripping off my coat and sweater, patting both down, and dumping the contents of my purse all over the place. The lovely receptionist says "That's so weird", which it is, and my chiropractor's partner says "give me your phone and walk. Let's see if the numbers go up." I do. They do.
Finally, the partner says "here, go into my wife's office and strip down. I have to know how this ends."
I kinda have to know too, so in I go.
Long story short (too late), it was in my pants. It was in my pants and I had no idea.
How many things can you say THAT about?!?!