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Is Sitting The New Smoking?

I noticed I was gaining weight. I hopped on the scale and I’d put on 15 pounds. I was also looking and feeling thick and sluggish – neither of which I like on my frame. And my waistline was also not at its best. Even though my fam and close friends told me I looked fine, I didn’t like how I looked or felt or weighed. I also noticed some of my clothes were fitting tight too and I knew it could all be directed to one thing: sitting too much at work. I work full-time in an office setting and for a little over a year, I’d been feeling drained after work. All. The. Time. On top of the day-to-day demands of different responsibilities, I started feeling awful both mentally and physically. I switched up my diet and increased my workouts and later realized all the sitting I was doing was impacting my health more than I knew. Even my masseuse mentioned my back was tight from sitting at a computer a lot. A few of my co-workers had standing desks and I thought about getting one for a long time too. And when I finally did, I started feeling better. I did some research before my purchase and read a number of articles about the health benefits of standing desks and how too much sitting can impact your weight, mental health, and even your heart and breathing. I even came across some articles referencing prolonged sitting as the new smoking. Scary right? Investing in a standing desk was pricey (about $130) but has definitely been worth it. I’m not feeling nearly as bad as I was a while ago, and I’m slowly but surely slimming down to where I feel comfortable and at my best. If you work in an environment where there’s a lot of sitting, I suggest looking into Amazon for a standing desk. If you can’t obtain one, try having standing and walking breaks every few hours throughout your workday. It’ll make a difference. 

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