Friday was a hot one. Nonetheless, I managed to find some new ways to up the step count — which is good, because that stupid half-pound came RIGHT back when I weighed in Friday morning.
I am a desk-oholic.
I work at a major state university, smack in the middle of gorgeous collegiate scenery filled with wooded areas, walking paths, a campus lake and more.
And yet I’m one of those people who feels guilty about standing up to take a break, or eating lunch away from my computer screen, or giving myself any sort of time allowance to move around during the workday or even appreciate my beautiful surroundings. I attribute it to too many years working in reception positions where you’re tied to your desk and can’t leave for a minute in case someone calls your phone or strolls in the door. Whatever the case, I’ve been trying harder lately to make a conscious effort to free myself of the shackles of that past and embrace the idea that I now CAN get up once an hour to walk a flight of stairs or do some stretches or use my stapler as an ersatz dumbbell. That I don’t have to be tied to my chair every moment of every work day to still be an exemplary employee. And that, in fact, it would probably improve my work performance to get up once in a while.