Typically, I’d bike 30 minutes in the morning to work, those same 30 minutes coming home to Queens, and as many as three hours on Saturday or Sunday, zooming around Central Park or up and down the Hudson River Waterfront Greenway with a single AirPod in my right ear, almost certainly playing the video game podcast Retronauts.
Once home, I’d step on my WiFi-connected scale, which would then sync my weight and body fat percentage to my iPhone. This obsessive data-tracking worked well for me. I weighed 138 right as the pandemic set in during the spring of 2020, a year that just about sapped my will to do much beyond work, watch YouTube, and play very old video games.
