In a rare unsupervised afternoon at work yesterday, I converted my traditional sit down desk to a standing desk. Using items I scavenged from vacant offices and the supply closet, I freed myself from all-day sitting to try my feet at standing. Allegedly, standing all day is healthier. It burns more calories, keeps you mentally alert, and is good for your posture. As a woman who values all of those things, standing seemed like a really good idea.
Of course, my mini-freakout may have best waited until after knee surgery. (I was sitting the first half of the day and not nearly as mentally alert as I should have been, clearly.) Yesterday, thanks to my new desk contraption, I stood for about two and a half hours. My feet ached. My back ached. But, I did feel more alert. (It didn’t hurt that I was able to blast Old Crow Medicine Show and shimmy around like a goober all afternoon. This must be why standing burns more calories; it’s much more conducive to spontaneous dancing.)
My hope is that I love standing and will then be able to justify the office expense of a real standing desk. This jury-rigged job is a bit wobbly (I’m on the occupational health and safety committee, so it’s okay), but it’s working great so far. It reminds me of my college days, when I worked retail and was required to stand up all day. I was thinner then, so maybe there is something to all of this standing. I’ll keep you all posted. Today will be my first full-day standing adventure.
Update: At the end of day one, my feet and back ache, and I sorta cheated by finding stuff to do at the back counter, where I could lean the last hour of my workday. But, this feels doable. I’m sure by the end of next week, I’ll be an accomplished stander. Just in time for knee surgery.
In other news, Christmas came and went. My grandpa talked about foreskin during Christmas dinner (don’t even ask for the details, please) and I ate my weight in pie to block it out. I’m sure I’ll be the same way when I’m 84. Let’s just hope, though, that I confine the inappropriate dinner conversation to bowel movements and gaseous emissions. Fingers crossed.
Right now, I’m mentally working through some possible resolutions for 2011. (Speaking of which, does anyone know how difficult it is to play the banjo?) Otherwise, I’m cooking up some doozies. Are you making any resolutions? Why or why not? What are they? Please share!