As a man who has avoided seeing doctors for many a decade, I have up until recently remained blissfully ignorant of most of the markers regarding my health and general wellbeing. However, following a run of reviews of Fitbits and sports watches within these very digital pages, plus a trifling medical issue that gave me pause to reflect upon my own mortality, I have become more than a little interested in what makes me tick and, indeed, what I need to do in order to keep ticking.
Thanks to advances in what I can do with my wrist, I now have full access to a heart rate monitor, an ECG, step counter thingie and all manner of other health helping digital doodars via my smartwatch. However, the one thing my smartwatch can’t do is weigh-in on what’s happening with my weight. And when I say ‘weight’ I don’t, of course, just merely mean how much pressure I’m pushing against the skin of the planet, but also other weird things I’d never bothered to consider before, such as my BMI, body fat, bone mass and muscle mass measurements – all info I now view as essential insight into dealing with everyday entropy.
