I’m Allergic To My Chair

No, this is not me. I’m a big girl, but not this big.

I knew that it wasn’t my fault.  It’s probably not yours either.  I’m fat because of my job chair. I was walking to the computer just now thinking of what I was going to write about today when I overheard Diane Sawyer ask a question about what’s worst for your health.  Then images of a man talking on the cellphone and drinking hot coffee from a styrofoam cup pop up on the TV screen.  Of course at that point you think you know the answer.  The chemicals from the styroam melting into the soothing cup of Joe or the deadly radiation sending radioactive darts to your brain is the culprit.  Deborah Roberts continued the report with videos of people like you and me hunched over desks.  She basically said get up and walk around more or prepare to die early. 

I’d heard this before, but this report was very detailed.  So much so, that as soon as I typed the first couple of sentences of this post, I left the computer, stood up while watching the tv and refused to sit for at least thirty minutes. I knew that once I had another desk job, that losing weight was going to be more difficult.  Think about it.  Sitting for eight hours or more  in a day…it’s not just abnormal, it’s inhuman.  Our bodies are made to be in motion. I did escape work today for a forty minute walk during lunch.  Returning to my desk, where I must careen my neck around a corner to see sunlight, after a refreshing workout was brutal.  Not everyone can do that.  I know that for countless of us who sit for hours pounding the keyboard and  juggling deadlines and schedules,  the thought of carving out thirty to sixty minutes a day is laughable.   Finding time to work up a sweat has to be a priortiy.  If not, then that precious job that requires us to sit for hours on end will slowly and quietly kill us by the seat of our pants.

SIMON SAYS, “STAND UP!”

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