Physically I was in great shape, but I couldn't say the same for my mental wellbeing. Quickly I found I was tracking every mouthful, cancelling dinner dates with friends to stay within my calorie 'allowance' or going out for yet another walk if I ate 'too much' that day. So, when the outside world started opening up again, I was keen to make a change in my lifestyle and thought being able to track my fitness journey would be the perfect motivator.īut, it didn't take long until the numbers on that small screen became more of a restriction than lockdown itself. Like many people, I'd felt the strain on my skinny jeans after moving my body less and eating more during lockdown. I'd only started using my Fitbit a couple of months before that hot, sunny day. 'Just the sweet potato fries for me, please.'
I was hungry, but all I could think about was how many calories I had left for the day. As my eyes flitted across the page from the veggie burger to the halloumi kebab, I mentally tallied up the calories. I could see them waiting for me to give my own. The waitress came to take our order and they all eagerly gave their requests. At our table, my friends and I surveyed the menu through the lenses of our oversized sunglasses. A barbecue sizzled in the corner, feeding hungry pub-goers who'd come to soak up the warm weather after weeks of being stuck inside.
#Calories trackers full
The beer garden was full of chatter and the air was thick with the smell of sunscreen.
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