December 31st, 2008
Dear Steve,
I am writing to profess my love. No, not in a carnal way, you are nice looking and all, but are not my type. I am also happily married, or as happily married as any 40-ish mother of two small children can be. This also isn’t one of those Mac vs. PC things. I must apologize in advance when I tell you that apart from the fact that my MacBook has no right click and the key to the universe is not CTRL-ALT-DELETE, I do not have the foggiest idea about the difference between the two. As long as the screen comes on and my documents are where I left them, I am happy.
No, I love you because you invented the iPhone. And not because I talk on my cell very much, or listen to music, watch videos, or play games (although I do admit that light saber applet is way cool!). I love you because the iPhone is helping me lose weight, and before you even ask the question, yes, for every 40-ish mother of two it all boils down to the muffin top.
With a few swipes and taps I can track calories, exercise, and chart my progress (oh yes, there has been progress!). Sure, I am the one lugging my ass out of bed three mornings a week to hit the gym, but until you came along my efforts at tracking food consumption usually ended around 10 am. I have known all along that journaling is one of the keys to weight loss, but those little pieces of paper were so conveniently easy to loose. Studies (and I am a doctor, so I read the studies) show dieters consume 1,000 more calories a day when they don’t write everything down; it is easy to eyeball incorrectly (sure, that’s only a half a cup of pasta) and “forget” the handful of chocolate kisses. However, my iPhone not only demands precision, but entering the data is easy, and trust me, I am not going to loose it.
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By Jennifer Gunter
