After my string of night shifts, I simply wanted to sleep and veg out all day. So that’s what I did. I didn’t leave the apartment. I didn’t even change out of my pajamas.
Normally I feel at least a little bit of pressure to work out, especially since I’m supposedly “training” for a triathlon. But I didn’t. It’s rare that I don’t have feelings of guilt for being a sloth – which is something I’m always working on. I am a firm believer that guilt is a pointless emotion. Being healthy means being balanced and flexible. That includes fitness. Not working out one day won’t kill me. I still have to actively say that to myself to make sure I’m being practical (and not a perfectionist). But I also don’t want one day off to turn into a week. It’s easy for me to rationalize reasons why I “deserve” a day off. So I am constantly working on making sure there’s a true balance in my life – cutting myself slack when I need to, but still pushing myself to my fullest potential.
It was during my third hour of Sex and the City that I read a news story that made me cringe.
Sitting for 4-6 hours a day means you have an 80% higher risk of death.
Disregarding it’s bizarre phrasing, the study’s conclusion really creeped me out! Here I am, on my days off, sitting at my computer for hours on end. Often more than 6 hours.
The negative effects of sitting:
- weight gain –> obesity –> increased risk of heart disease & cancer
- spine compression
- circulatory trouble (plaque in blood vessels)
- slowed metabolism
Maybe blogging (or reading others’ blogs) isn’t so healthy. I mean, 80% is no small amount.
The study also said that even 1-2 hours of exercise doesn’t counteract the effects of prolonged sitting. So unless you’re reading blogs on your iPhone while walking to a gym, you’re not doing yourself any favors.
How about I conduct a study about the positive effects of sitting? Here’s what I’m thinking off the top of my head:
- better recipe ideas
- less laundry (I’m mentally subtracting my dirty gym clothes in this scenario)
Ok, that’s all I can think of. Feel free to chime in!?!
I had two bowls of oatmeal, identical in composition, for breakfast (which was around 1 pm once I woke back up). Whole rolled oats, cinnamon, raisins, apples, coconut peanut butter AND regular peanut butter.
I snacked over the course of the afternoon, but took no photos (how interesting are apples, hummus, and nuts really?).
Now that I think about it, I was actually fairly productive for being a sloth because I finished my book and swept, mopped, and scrubbed down the kitchen and bathroom.
My dinner was kinda a smorgasbord of stuff…roasted squash, quinoa, veggie leftovers, and seitan…on a bed of lettuce.
And since I ate so early (6ish), I had lots of time for dessert.
I annihilated my bag of carob chips.
By 9 pm I was delirious and Kyle was enjoying my nonsense almost as much as he enjoys me showing his love notes on the blog. [Read: not at all] I went to bed early and fell asleep the second my head hit the pillow.
How many hours a day do you think you sit? Consecutively or broken up with activity?