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Well… the answer to that might surprise you. You might expect me to say that I am. And in fact… I’m pretty judgmental… mostly of myself. I can should have and shouldn’t have… myself with the best of them. I can look in the mirror and see the tiniest of wrinkles that no one else would even notice. I look at my plate… and… my butt… and say things that I won’t even repeat to another person… much less on a blog.

So… yes… I’m definitely guilty of judging. But… it’s not me.

Well then… is it you? Are you looking at my plate and then my butt… and having a big judging party? Perhaps… but… it isn’t you either.

No… in fact… it isn’t a person at all… it’s a thing. My smart watch. That’s right. No matter what I do… it judges me… how I sleep… how I exercise… if I take enough steps to keep my heart pumping… it will even judge my water and food intake if I let it. So… it judges me… then… it sends out little messages… hey dummy… you need to move… you need to drink… you didn’t get enough sleep… it’s time to get ready for bed… congratulations… you completed this many steps. And… the list goes on… it is in constant judgment of me.

The thing is… I spent a fair amount of money to buy it… just so I could receive those judgements.

Bertha laughs… can’t I tell if I slept well or not by the way I feel in the morning? Do I really need a watch to tell me? Can I not tell when my bottom gets numb from sitting that I need to get up and move? Have I considered drinking to thirst and eating to hunger?

Oh… she’s laughing and having a good time at my expense… but… she’s also making a point. Why… have I… not only allowed… but purchased… a device to tell me how to live my life and then give me a score on how well I’m doing?

And… now… what started out as a lighthearted post for me…has really got me thinking. If my watch is so smart… what am I?

Which leads me back to judging myself. Which I think will be a topic for another… day…. Or… two… or… week.

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