Eric Weiner
3 min readAug 30, 2022


Why I Ditched My Smartwatch

When less is more

Photo by Lloyd Dirks, Unsplash.

It was my dream watch. Or so I thought.

It could do everything: track my steps, calories, sleep and intensity minutes. It monitored my stress levels, blood oxygen saturation, and even my
“body battery,” an estimate of how much juice remained in my tank. It enabled me to control my music, set timers and find my wayward smartphone. It even told time.

No more. My dream watch turned out to be a nightmare. I took a sledgehammer to it, figuratively speaking, putting both it — and me — out of our misery. Where did our relationship sour?

It started with the sleep tracking. Every morning, I’d wake to a sleep score that was alarmingly low. “You slept poorly last night,” my watch scolded. I felt like a failure before I brushed my teeth, a successfully completed task my smug watch failed to acknowledge. Scrolling down, I learned of the dire consequences of my below-par sleep: “Your body did not recover very well,” my watch noted. “You will likely feel tired today.”

My watch was right. I did feel tired that day, but was it because I was truly tired or because my annoying watch had planted the idea in my mind? It’s hard to say.

“I slept terribly last night,” I told my wife.



Eric Weiner

Philosophical Traveler. Recovering Malcontent. Author of five books. My latest,:"BEN & ME: In Search of a Founder's Formula for a Long and Useful Life."