I recently became more fit and active in the last two years, which changed my whole lifestyle around. And truth be told, it’s been #rewarding. I love my new life and I’m lucky to have the motivation and outside support to have come this far and continue to keep going.

In October, after my dad had some major heart surgery, I requested that my entire immediate family get FitBits, so that we could all, together and as a team, learn to live better and healthier lifestyles. And it’s working! (Dad’s doing great by the way, and well on his way to becoming the most fit out of all of us, so basically he’s a superhero.)

I love my FitBit. I’m obsessed. But after the honeymoon period of our relationship was over, I realized that FitBit was giving me some not great outlooks on life.

Health experts are setting us up for failure.

10,000 steps?! Is that a joke? I make 10,000 steps on my very busy days walking around New York City (which is primarily a walking city), or when I spend an extra amount of time on the treadmill. How on Earth does anyone who lives in a place where you have to drive anywhere get 10,000 steps? That’s so many steps.

I hate my co-workers.

Sorry guys, but I do. I hate every single one of you. Each week/weekend, my fellow FitBit-sporting co-workers and I engage in the challenges on the app, whether it be Weekend Warrior or Workweek Hustle. I think FitBit set these up to motivate through some friendly competition, but here’s a few truth bombs, dear co-workers:

  • When I “cheer” your step goal, I immediately start running in place if I haven’t hit mine, motivated by jealousy. If I don’t reach it, I hate you.
  • When I see you’ve earned a badge, I give you that ol’ smiley face emoji to be friendly, but I’m frantically scrolling through my own trophy case to see if I’ve accomplished the same achievement. If I haven’t, I hate you.
  • “Maddie M. flew by Ali M. for first place.” I immediately check how much time is left in the competition. If there’s not enough for me to catch up, I hate you.

Robots will, indeed, eventually take over the world one day.

This FitBit honestly controls my life. There’s no other way to say it. I live by its rules. I am a servant to its wishes. I aim to please it—that’s right, my sole goal has been the approval of a pedometer and heart monitor I wear on my wrist.

Sometimes if I don’t meet a goal, I feel like I let it down. FitBit recently added an additional tracker, where it picks 9 hours out of your day that you’re usually not as active (for me, that’s when I’m sitting at my desk), and challenges you to walk 250 steps per hour during those 9 hours. So, I worked up a system. At the beginning of the hour, I get up and fill up my water cup. I drink it throughout the hour (GET THOSE WATER GOALS IN TOO!) and then I usually have to pee by the end of the hour so it’s bathroom break time. The trip to and from the water cooler, then to and from the bathroom gets me those 250 steps. DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN?! IT RUNS MY SCHEDULE. IT OWNS ME.

I know it’s happening, and I still give in. Robots, if you’re listening, I’m the perfect place to start your takeover of the human race.

Life is constantly a competition, even on days you don’t measure up.

Sure, I go to kickboxing a few times a week, have a weekly yoga date with one of my besties, and am more committed to my personal trainer than I have been to any SO in the history of ever. But sometimes, I just want to watch hours of Netflix and eat pizza, and I’ll be damned if I don’t do that.

Here’s the problem: According to FitBit, that’s a dark day. You haven’t lived up to your potential. There’s no option on FitBit to have a rest day, or a “don’t really count this day” day. You can’t be like “hey, FitBit, go easy on me.”

I know your solution is probably something like “Ali, why don’t you just take your FitBit off?” See number 3.

Guys, fitness is hard.

Like… seriously though, right? I love being active and living a fitter and healthier lifestyle. I love my trainer tons and tons. He’s literally the bomb. I like going to my kickboxing classes and sweating a little extra in yoga. But, holy hell, you guys. Fitness is hard.

An active lifestyle, of course, has a million benefits that outweigh not choosing it, but the #struggle is definitely real. When you live a super busy lifestyle—work, kids, trying to have a social life, kids, coordinating everyone’s schedules… kids…—it’s sometimes hard to pull yourself out of bed an hour earlier than normal, or sacrifice a nap when you can afford to take one for some cardio. And you know what? That’s okay. If it wasn’t hard, you wouldn’t see any change. If it wasn’t a challenge, you wouldn’t feel any pride. And now, I’ve turned into an inspiration Instagram account and I can’t stop. #STRONGISSEXY.