I've no more calorie-documenting, workout-recording, run-tracking apps on my phone, and I have music and a little android to thank for that, at least partially.
Most (okay, all) decisions I make are affected, at least in part, by either sex or music or alcohol, or some combination of the three.
This one started with music.
I've always been a hoarder of music. First cassette tapes (which are to me like vinyl is to Eddie Vedder, and I'll never get over its passing), then CDs, and finally over the last few years, mp3s.
I have - had, actually - gigabytes upon gigabytes of music files. On both home computers. My phone. My Kindle. My work computer.
Then my phone company did the unthinkable - they began letting me stream unlimited music without having any impact on the 2.5GB of high-speed data I'm alotted each month.
Truthfully, I'd been toying with the idea of moving all of my music to the cloud. Suddenly, it was no longer a concern. With Spotify and Pandora, I could stream whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, for however long I wanted.
And so I took the plunge, and deleted all of my mp3s. Every last one.
I was thinking about that today as I was in the process of entering the calories for my lunch in My Fitness Pal, which syncs with Pacer and Map My Fitness (and Map My Walk and Map My Run as well). And the thought that stuck in my head was, what am I doing?
I've run through the gamut of fitness apps - the ones mentioned above, as well as Nike+ and Runtastic, and even some iFitness band-thing for a while when I had my iPhone - and I've come to the conclusion that it's hurting more than it's helping.
About the iPhone thing - to digress slightly, my daughter has been "stuck" on my old 3GS for quite some time, and has been begging me for my "old" iPhone 5 when I upgraded to a new phone (when she wasn't begging me to outright buy her the 5C).
I'd done quite a bit of reading and research, and had already come to the realization that I'd be much happier on Android than iOS, a realization that has borne out to be true, and the details of which I won't get into now.
And so I got an LG Optimus L90 for a steal and passed my iPhone5 down to my daughter. And neither of us have ever been happier with the phones we have now.
Back to the fitness app - I've come to the conclusion that they really don't help me with anything but to have something to boast about on Facebook and Twitter, which is a whole other blog post (or three) entirely.
And so, much as a runner who runs without the benefit of music or a Garmin is said to be "running naked," I'm doing the same. As I continue to pare back my social media posting, I'm doing much the same with my fitness tracking - reducing the temptation to backslide, as it were.
So, no more fitness apps. Or running apps. Or tracking apps.
Just me and the workout. Me and Zeus and the run. Me and my food.
We'll see how this works out.