A few years ago, a friend showed me a habit tracker she absolutely loved. Each month was written out, with one spot for every day of the month — January had 31 dots, February had 28, and so on. Every day she completed her habit, she colored in a dot. She called it the “Stupid F*ing Dots” (or SFD for short), and it really helped her exercise consistently. She found something that worked for her, and I was genuinely happy for her. But it also made me realize something uncomfort
