I stink at exercise, truly terrible. There is nothing involving a bat or net that I can even attempt without injuring myself and/or others. I can run, in so much as my legs move a bit faster compared to my walk. Envision a baby panda going for a run, give it a funny Tshirt and bright sneakers and that's me. I'm not coordinated. I trip over grass blades and fall down for no reason. If only sitting were an Olympic event, I would bring home the gold.
Sitting is awesome, I love it! I do it with ease and grace. I lounge like a movie-star of a bygone era. I curl my legs under me and rest my elbow against the over-stuffed arm of my couch. My coffee is perfectly sweet and light, immediately to my right and placed in the ideal location; I can grab it without even looking. That first exhalation after I've leaned back is when all the stress of that day are expelled. I pick a yarn and a movie and it's me time. Sitting is rad!
Or is it? Turns out, sitting is the new smoking and it's gonna kill me... I suppose I should point out that I'm not a health care professional. I don't even play one on TV. I can say that I'm plumper than I ought to be and have the upper body-strength of a new born kitten. I sit for my "real" job, I sit for my fun time and I sit for my commute. I've counted it up. I sit for the jobby-job 6 hours, commute for 2-1/2 hours, fun-time sit for 4 hours, .
Holy canoli, Batman, that's 12-1/2 hours of sitting while I'm awake! I think we can all agree that's a touch too much, even for a champion like myself. Let's be real, I'm not giving up my evening chill time; my husband and kid just wouldn't survive my personality transformation. I can't drive my car standing and despite all my cajoling my company just won't move closer to my house. Now a very real option would be to stand at my desk while I work. I tried it for a couple of weeks and I can't focus. Employers get a little testy when your performance takes a dump. "I'm standing" wasn't well-received as my explanation. As I've grown fond of having electricity and running water, I sat back down.
So do I accept my over-sized ass and jiggly biceps as the price I pay for loving yarn too much? I don't. As much as it hurts me, I'm learning to compromise. At work, I stand at my desk for those mindless tasks that require less focus. When I am sitting, I interrupt sit-time and get my lower body moving again. I make sure to get up every 30 minutes - for real, I set a timer - and wander around the office or my house, do a couple stretches. Every time I use the bathroom, I do 10 wall push-ups. And *gulp* I walk every day. I think I can even devise a way to crochet while I'm walking. I'm going to eventually run. I hear that will keep my ass from hitting the back of my knees as gravity really starts to take hold...
So if you see a delightfully awkward woman out walking and crocheting, give a honk and a wave!