I'm meeting up with the illustrious Sheil today. We are going to see the Alexander McQueen exhibit at the Met. Sheil is staying in Brooklyn, so I popped over to HopStop to see about how long it will take her to make it up to the Upper East Side.
Did you know that HopStop features "approximate calories burned on your trip" now?
Did you know that I want to mail a sample of my cat's poop to the people at HopStop who came up with that idea?
I mean, really. Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me.
You know, pedometers are all well and good. Walking and being healthy is all well and good. Getting out and about is all well and good.
But as someone with an eating disorder, I do not feel the need to know how many calories I burn every morning commuting between my apartment and my office. I could now find that info out just so much more easily. And now, I'm going to sit here and war with myself about not going back over to HopStop to find out.
Honestly, the panic over obesity and inactivity... Every time I think there's no new way it could sneak into my life to surprise me and upset me? Every time I think that, it seems to pop up with a brand new way.
Does anyone really need to know that they'd burn approximately 28 calories traveling from Williamsburg to Yorkville? No. There is no possible instance in which that knowledge would concretely benefit anyone. 28 calories is literally nothing. There is no purpose to knowing that you might be burning 28 calories. I don't care who you are, what your weight is, what your activity level is.
Actually, I take that back: unless you are so anorexic or underweight that you literally have to fight for every calorie taken in and expended. In that case, you might need to know that X would burn 28 calories. But this information isn't aimed at anorexics or those severely underweight. I doubt the idea of counting calories so you don't lose them never occurred to the bright person who said, "Hey! Let's add calorie counts to the commutes!"
Ugh. Feck you, HopStop. Feck you.