Stop Reading the Cosmo Snapchat

Hi, I’m Maggie. I don’t wear make-up , have had boy-short hair for much of the past 3 years, and have zero interest in dating men. Why did I read the Cosmo Snapchat every single day?

I read it all. The articles about what men think about blow-jobs,  about whether bra inserts work as well as a beauty blender, about whatever new product Kylie has come out with. If there are 10 little articles each day, I read the whole text of 8 of them and a heavy scan of the other two.

I could have been reading Octavia Butler. I could have been studying for the Jeopardy! test. I could have been meditating, flossing, petting my dog, or even sleeping for god’s sake. What a waste of time.

In the year since I’ve had an iPhone, I’m becoming disgusted with the amount of time I spend scrolling through articles I don’t care about. Sometimes it’s through Snapchat Discover, sometimes I just click on links through Twitter and scan all the way to the bottom before I realize I don’t care at all. It extends to TV watching as well – how many times have I plopped down on the couch on a Thursday night and sat through whatever Steve Harvey hosted show or NCIS spin-off was playing just because I was already sitting there and it was already on?

It seems silly to have to fight this instinct – reading what I want to read, watching what I want to watch, doing what I want to do, those are things that are supposed to be easy, instinctive even. Yet somehow inertia is so strong, habits are so well developed, that I have fallen into these routines that I do not enjoy.

Even though I have long since stopped going to church, Lent still seems like a time to better oneself. My Lenten goal this year seems self-serving and trivial, but it’s actually been a little difficult: I will not turn on the TV unless I know what I want to watch, and I will not read the Cosmo Snapchat.

The TV goal has been more fruitful. Instead of scrolling through Twitter while Modern Family re-runs play in the background on a Saturday afternoon, I’ve been watching The Great British Bake-Off with my mom. Yes, I am replacing TV with more TV, but this is better. This is debating whether we will ever try to make baguettes at home and rooting for Nadiya and Tamal. This is googling the American word for creme pat and making fun of Paul Hollywood. This is purposeful and meaningful (well, as meaningful as a bunch of innuendos about muffins can be).

Snapchat has been a little more difficult. While I technically have stopped reading the Cosmo Discover page, I have instead substituted in Refinery29, which is not much better, now matter how their brand pretends it is. I have tried to pass on articles that do not matter to me, habits are habits and they do stick.

I’m trying to embrace this more broadly, especially when it comes to media. Don’t listen to a song if silence would be better, don’t push to finish a book you have completely lost interest in. Instead I’ll use that energy to do the things I like, or the things that at least have a benefit to me. If I’m not gonna enjoy it, I should at least benefit from it, right?

So farewell, Cosmo Snapchat. Farewell, Vice Snapchat. Farewell, Dancing with the Stars and the local nightly news. I’ve got better things to do.


Lower Your Expectations

I got a Fitbit about a year ago, paid for with some last-minute expiring airline miles. Since then I’ve been wearing it almost every day, tracking my steps and activity levels for the past 12 months.

In the warmer months, I would fairly easily reach the standardized goal of 10,000 steps per day, especially if I went for a bike ride (somehow it knew my legs were moving?). But as I started working again, the combination of sitting at my internship, standing in place at my retail job, and lying around exhausted at home meant that on the average weekday I would only get 6,500 step – sometimes a little more, sometimes a little less. This was significantly far off the goal of 10,000 and there was no way that I would go for a 3,500 step walk after I got home from work. Nope, 6,500 would do for the day.

10,000 steps is the “recommended” amount of steps to maintain weight, but it’s also just one indicator of activity, and a pretty arbitrary one at that. That’s why in January, I lowered the goal on my Fitbit app to 8,000 steps a day.

At first I felt guilty. Couldn’t I just step it up? Was I really so lazy/out of shape/worthless/exhausted that I couldn’t meet this bare minimum? This was supposed to be a key barometer of fitness?

Over time I realized that though I had decreased the expected steps per day, I was actually walking more. Instead of averaging 6,500 steps, over the past month I’ve hit 8,000 every single day. Now when I get home from work with only 6,500 steps, I know that just one quick walk with my dog to the cul de sac up the street will get me to my goal. I’m much more likely to do that quick walk than try and rally myself for a 30 minute plus hike to get to 10,000 steps. And once I started hitting my goal regularly, I found myself even more motivated. now that I’ve hit my step goal every  day for a month I am reluctant to break the chain of success. Now even if I’m 2,000 steps off of my goal I’ll walk in place while I watch TV or pace around the house while I’m on the phone.

A lower goal has actually led to increased activity.

I’m trying to apply this logic to the other goals in my life. Sometimes that means shifting my thinking from “play ukulele for 30 minutes a day” to “play ukulele every day”. Sometimes that means being more realistic about how much money I’m actually expected to make this year and pushing myself to earn just a little bit more than that.

Setting a more attainable expectation means that I’m more likely to achieve it,  rather than giving up along the way, and thus I’m able to slowly increase my goals, meeting them along the way.