Domo Arigato Mr. Roboto

I am not going to be robot food after all.

For nearly two months, I've put my diet in the cold, robotic hands of the My Fitness Pal app. And I've lost twelve pounds. My husband has gone as far as downloading several workout regimen and fitness tracker apps. He's lost about double what I have.
I've had similar success in the past without the aid of robot overlords. After all, in 2009-2010 I lost fifty pounds before I got my first Android phone. But I have to say, the app made it easier.

When people get down on technology, I have to wonder what they are so cranky about. Sure, kids today are staring at a tiny screen in their hand more than ever, but that doesn't mean they aren't being social or that they are wasting their time. Anyone looking at me right now would think I'm having a rapid fire texting marathon. I'm not. I'm writing this post. On my phone. Actually, all of my blog posts are written this way. It's convenient and yes, Blogger has an app.

New tech is good tech. New tech helped me quit smoking. It allowed me to become a published author on my own terms. It allows me to keep in touch with people who I dare say, would have fallen off my radar if I had to rely on emails and phone calls for contact. It's my pocket sized reference library.

And now, it's helped me lose nearly a full stone in two months. The healthy way too. My nutritional data is laid out in an easy to read format, so I know that I'm bit starving myself. I'm even considering an app to monitor my glucose levels.

So yes, thank you very much, robot overlords. I look forward to assuming my new role as Princess Robot Commander.

As long as all the robots under my command are this cute.
I only command cute robots.