Dear My Fitbit Alta,

Black Friday 2016. 11:30 P.M. We met. I knew I would fall in love with you in the first place because, well, you were on sale. And every girl loves a good sale. I bought you at Target and instantly knew that we would last. I went home, and even though it was very difficult to open the box (long story, had to go back to the good old Target and have THEM open it), spent about 20 minutes trying to put you on, and FINALLY got you to work. The rest is history.

Every day, you track my steps as we conquer the giant hills of college. You cheer for me when I hit my daily goal and it makes me feel more in shape than I actually am. I feel like a true athletic human with you on my wrist, and without you, I wouldn’t be as “active” as I am today. And by active, I mean walking from class back to my room to take a nap. It may sound silly to be writing a love letter to an electronic activity tracker, but if you had one, you would to.

With you on my wrist, I feel like people look at me and think I work out everyday, when in actuality, I don’t. Oh Fitbit, you come in all shapes, colors, and sizes. You give me the opportunity to say to my friends, “I have more steps than you do today,” and challenge them on it. You are my adventurous BFF, always wanting to do more, even when its late at night. Sometimes I sigh at the reminder to get up and move, but you’re just looking out for me, right? You make me strive for those few extra steps at 11:59 to hit my goal. You’re the best motivator I have never had.

I have never strangely loved an inanimate object more than you. With you by my side, I know I can conquer my day.

I love you.

Love always,

Me