Last night, after banging out a few paragraphs on a new piece, I went back to work on Belladonna Dreams. At about 1:30 in the morning, the loaner FitBit began vibrating. There was no reason for this vibration, so I opened the app on my phone to see what was up…
It informed me I had reached my daily step and distance goal. But I hadn’t moved from my normal writing position except… well, no, I never left the couch. How could I have made the goals already? After an hour and a half of sitting on my couch, writing.
As I stared at it the screen, thinking intently about why it would have recorded steps, the counter began to move again. I’d just taken four more steps. Only I hadn’t. And I hadn’t been typing. I’d been thinking. Surely, it isn’t connected to my brain, logging that activity. So, I thought some more and the counter continued to climb. What the hell?
Then I noticed it.
When I am deep in thought, I unconsciously rub my thigh, in a spiral pattern. It’s a weird habit that came into existence at some point in my life and I am only aware that I’m doing it when other people point it out to me. Sometimes, it’s my right hand and right leg, sometimes it’s my left hand and left leg.
Last night, it was the left side, the wrist where I wear the FitBit. I decided to test it. I consciously rubbed my thigh. After about five spirals, it logged a step. If I speed up the spirals, it logged more steps with fewer rotations of the spiral. I logged 1,600 steps this way.
Since I don’t realize I’m doing it, I don’t know how to break the habit. It isn’t something that I realize I’m doing. It’s just a thing that happens when I am thinking.
These steps cannot be removed from FitBit, which means when I write, I’m going to have to be conscious of this habit. I have no doubt that I will forget and won’t notice it, until the FitBit starts vibrating to tell me about my awesomeness in meeting my goals.
For the record, it logged 1,603 steps and a distance of 0.78 miles. Strange…