We Are Thinking About Fitness All Wrong

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On my second day living in New York, a cyclist called me a stupid bitch. What happened was my mom, a step-count maniac and shopping addict, had forced an Apple Watch upon me as a postgrad “gift.” She insisted that it was necessary for a professional woman to have. Why? I already owned a phone. All day, the dumb device pinged me to “Stand” and “Breathe.” “Breathe,” it nudged me again, as I was crossing an intersection from the office on my way home.