Let me start this off by saying, if you don’t want to hear about my sex life, then
you’re just jealous you should probably read something else. Now, let’s talk about what you all are dying to hear about: the time I courageously wore a Fitbit while having sex and decided to document it on the internet.
My boyfriend and I have been dating for two years and we’ve done it
298 times a lot, qualifying myself as a very sexually experienced person. What am I not as knowledgeable in, you may ask? Exercise. I’m the girl who gets out of breath walking up a flight of stairs, running to catch the subway, or dancing at the club.
Needless to say, I don’t own a Fitbit so I had to borrow one for this experiment (thanks, mom).
Call me crazy, but I’m much more motivated to work harder in bed than I am to work off that pizza. But hey, to each their own. Since I am that dedicated to my craft, and my boyfriend’s over-enthusiastic cooperation, we did it twice—once when I wore the Fitbit, and once when he did. And like any guy, he definitely did not complain.
We learned a lot during our night of research. I even had to stop to take notes… romantic, right?
When wearing a Fitbit, it takes about 10 minutes of movement for it to begin tracking your movement as exercise. Therefore, after 10 minutes of making out and some foreplay, our Fitbits started tracking our activities as “aerobic workouts.” Within the next 22 minutes or so, I burned an average of 173 calories during the two times we had sex, while my boyfriend burned an average of 181 calories. This included sex that lasted an average of 8 minutes—impressive, right? I’m a lucky gal.
As predicted, both our heart rates spiked, high enough to be in the fat burning zone, during our respective orgasms. My heart rate escalated as well when I was on top, while my boyfriend’s heart rate decreased. These numbers were reversed when the position was flipped since whoever was doing the most banging at the time got the most bucks—er, beats.
To put this into perspective, my resting heart rate is 77 beats per minute, while my boyfriend’s is 71 beats per minute. During our fooling around session, my average beats per minute escalated to 119 and my boyfriend’s to 122.
But seriously, what the fuck does this mean? In short, although sex may be fun, it cannot replace your regular run on the treadmill where you’d burn over 230 calories in the same amount of time.
So what did we learn? We should
have more sex reserve sex for pleasure and the gym for exercise. What you do between the sheets is not equivalent to what you do at the gym. It just isn’t. But the harder you work, the more you can justify skipping the gym to yourself.