Have you heard the phrase “sitting is the new smoking?” I only recently heard it and, when I did, it rang true.
At 32 years of age, pregnant with son Gray, I gratefully became a sitter. I remember it so vividly because I had always wanted to be one of those people who could stay home on a Friday night, with a good book, and enjoy it. But, alas, sitting around was not my MO (“modus operandi” or mode of operating). I was then plagued with FOMO (fear of missing out) long before the term “FOMO” was even a thing.
Now, 30 years later, I can sit forever and do nothing. Gone are the FOMO urges and in their place lies the sense of peace I was always looking for. But, as with everything, there is a flip side. This sedentary life comes with a lack of cardio exercise. Thus, I decided to learn just how lacking my cardio is and bought a smart watch to count my steps. I was shocked to see how little I moved.
Now what? I gave up smoking once. Do I have to give up sitting? Maybe for my New Year’s resolution I will start walking, so I can sit around, later. Or maybe I will just sit around and smoke. HA! That’ll show ’em … Will someone bring me a soda, while you’re up?
