Any time I want to, I can see exactly how many calories I eat, how many I burn, how far I walk, how well I sleep, and how many flights of stairs I, uh… pass on the way to the elevator. So why am I in worse shape than I was before I bought the stupid thing?
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The Fitbit Effect – Steward and Slave
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