Writing is a sedentary activity. Although there are several clever ways to make it less of one, the fact is most people do it while sitting. There are treadmill desks where writers can walk slowly while they tap away at the keys. There are standing desks where instead of sitting you stand which is supposed to be better for the core and all the supporting muscles, and then there are a variety of balls and other sitting things that are supposed to encourage movement.
I’ve tried the standing desk and found that I avoided working at the computer because of it. It made more parts of me hurt than simply sitting. My back hurt, my feet hurt, my neck hurt, it wasn’t worth it, even if it was “healthier.” I must have been doing it wrong. Perhaps I should have tried it while wearing shoes.
I tried sitting on an exercise ball and liked it but mine was not large enough and a bit under inflated to boot so that when I sat on it my chin was level with the edge of the desk. Even if I had the right one and it was perfect I just know that my kids would steal it every chance they could and use it to bowl for their little brother.
Ergonomic, yes. Too tempting for kids, heck yea.
The problem with needing to spend extra hours at a keyboard is that you don’t have those hours to do healthier things. And if you’re any bit like me you also use that time to nibble.
Because of this I’ve found stray pounds being attracted to me little lost puppies. The first few didn’t bother me, there were even kinda cute in a way. Well, not really. The problem started when they started inviting friends to come and hang out around my midsection.
Now, it’s time to declare war. I’m tired of finding that half my pants no longer fit and want my old belly back. This means sneaking in more activity and exercise during the day and watching calories.
Bring it on.
Most mornings for normal people consist of a few basic elements. The alarm goes off and there is that moment of decision whether to get up or sleep a few more minutes. There is some sort of dressing and breakfast routine. Depending on preference, the morning may take place in a few hectic minutes or may take a few leisurely hours. I’m all for the leisurely mornings, anyone know how I can get one?
This morning at precisely 6am I was woken by a cannister of oatmeal.
It wasn’t the oatmeal’s fault either. It had been removed from the kitchen by my two year old who decided it was time for breakfast. This kid must have been a ninja in a past life. He managed to escape his room, descend the stairs, loot the kitchen, and appear at my bedside, all without arousing the suspicion of either sleeping parent’s well tuned ears.
Being silently presented with oatmeal is a far better way of waking up than finding someone standing at my bedside staring at me as it’s far less likely to cause a heart attack. I’ve had plenty of the latter at all times of the night. Apparently when my son sleep walks I’m the first person he visits, which is as freaky as it is flattering.
I did end up making him oatmeal, it’s healthy and easy and thankfully cheap. I’m told Anne Hathaway used it to help her lose weight to achieve that starved look in Les Miserables.
He didn’t end up eating it. While trying to scoot in his stool at the counter he ended up falling off and scaring himself. We cuddled with his sippy of milk instead. The days are numbered where he is small enough and will still let me scoop him into my arms and just hold him. I will take all that I can get until then.
Even if it means being woken up by a cannister of oatmeal.
He likes it dry if you let him!
I’m staring at a blank screen, it’s hard to think. Images of sandwiches and pasta won’t leave me alone. Writing an emotional scene between characters doesn’t really work when all I want them to do is sit down and enjoy a nice supper. Fantasy world food is always enticing, think of thick stews, juicy roasted meats, soft warm breads with fresh butter, and hand aged cheeses.
This is day two of attempting a three day detox diet and the only thing that I can think of is how much I want to just chew on something. It’s odd really, I’m not that hungry. I just want to chew. This particular diet is three days of blender disasters. Kale, spinach, coconut oil, avocado, and an endless parade of fruit all get pulverized to a multihued sludge that reminds me of vomit. It doesn’t taste that much better.
One of the sad truths of writing is that it’s a sedentary affair. It requires lots of time in front of a screen thinking and for me, snacking. Over the last few months I’ve amped up my writing goals and with it the pounds have started to sneak on.
Fad diets are not a solution to this problem, lifestyle changes are. There are standing and treadmill desks to keep moving while laying down text. There are the snacks we choose to munch on, choosing grapes instead of chocolate chips. There are the other hobbies, I know many writers that are runners as well. In the end it has to balance out.
As for me, I’ll be so glad when this diet is over.