As a biologist, I totally get that humans aren’t built to be sedentary. I also know that my lifestyle has become increasingly less mobile over the past fifteen years. I went from working on my feet all day in a predominantly outdoor role, to spending my days anchored to the world’s slowest breastfeeding kid or tapping on a computer – with the odd gasp of fresh air. But sitting is lethal. We sit for longer than we sleep. New research has placed it as one of the biggest health hazards of our generation – if you think I’m being dramatic, see more here, here and here.
So it’s time to stand up. It’s time to move. My reaction to the concept exercise has reliably, always been like that pic, above.
Although I used to celebrate early mornings, I am not one to celebrate 5am a la Champagne Carolyn at present (shall I blame three years of sleep deprivation, Melbourne swift grey and wet shift to winter? You get the coin and flip it, I’ll stay under the warm doona…). I am also revelling in a peak period for productivity (like how I didn’t say stressed-out-busy?) for the foreseeable future and feel that taking time out to go for a walk will just increase stress and anxiety about the work I need to be doing. But don’t fear for my welfare – the 21st century has given me the solution!
And in case you’re totes amazed by my incredibly neat spare room, nay – treaddesk office. Don’t be – I just piled all the shit from on top of those drawers and threw it on the spare bed for photos. See? I’m human too.