Long gone the days when labour jobs were the only thing that bought you bread. These days, along with the dominance of the blue-collared, sitting flat on your bum is no longer a privillege but a plague actually. And bread kills, so they say!!!!!!
Oh I don’t get this life anymore.
Anyway, after mindfully counting the time I spend daily on my ass, I freaked out ’cause if this continues I’m soon gonna end up in a coffin. You don’t buy it, check this out!
With my feverish enthusiasm at the beginning of every-single-thing as usual, I first wanted to have something like this:
Or even more extreme, like this:
The Government wouldn’t fund these, would they? Considering the fact that the monthly salary the Big Fat Gov-guy pays me stretches so thin that I can barely live on without running a few extra classes, I should drop the unfeasible plan. Actually, keeping fit can be affordable.
Just try to stand up for 5 minutes after every 30 minutes sitting and stretch out for every half a day. I’m adopting “reaching for the topshelf jam jar” and “digging for the toes” – I named the moves myself to have a little motivation.
I run errands for my colleagues though they don’t need. Yeah. I’m such a sweet nuisance.
I try to stand most of the time when I’m teaching.
I walk to get meat and veggies.
I’m planning to stretch and do a little bit of exercises every morning. Seriously need to break some sweat here. Just planning. Shame.
Trust me, it ain’t easy as it looks!
I’m thinking about switching to bus instead of bike. Also just thinking.