I don’t even have the excuse of working an office job. I just spend a lot of time lounging around my house. I read, I knit, I blog, I sit, sit, sit. So when I read an article last week about the health risks of sitting more often than not, I took notice.
I couldn’t find the exact article, but this one is good.
The gist of it is that even if you exercise an hour a day, which I don’t, your risk of heart disease, diabetes, and, well, death, is significantly higher if you are sitting four hours a day or more.
Four hours? That sounds like someone who has been on their feet all day, doesn’t get to sit down until dinner time, then falls asleep in a chair while watching tv with their kids.
If four hours is risky, is there any hope for a couch potato like me?
Momentarily alarmed, I have spent the last three days trying to stand up more often. I ate standing up, even though this would make me a social pariah in France. (I’ve never been to France, but this is the sort of thing I think about while standing in my kitchen eating a bowl of cereal.)
I paced the kitchen waiting for the dogs to eat or come back inside.
I attended a child’s party and stood the entire time.
I read standing up, for a few minutes anyway.
I did not sit down during an hour long phone conversation with my mom.
I even remained fully upright while brushing my teeth, no leaning.
I made a concerted effort to stand up. I still spent the vast majority of my waking hours seated.
If you don’t hear from me next week it is because I sat myself to death.
My only consolation is that I would be just as dead if I had been going to the gym for an hour each day.