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Monday, June 20, 2011

Sit In

I read a statistic the other day that said the average American sits about eight hours a day. I thought that seemed like a lot.
Sitting is an interesting concept to me these days. How often I do it, how much I do it, things I do whilst sitting.
Have you ever sat too long on the toilet just so you could stay in repose? I know I have.
I was walking past some nice looking adirondack chairs that were out behind Scott's office, they were facing out onto a nice wooded area and I thought,
"Oh, how lovely it would be to relax and read, maybe take some time and pray while sitting in those nice chairs," then it occurred to me that I would not, not all summer long, be able to, not even once, sit in those chairs.
After I read that statistic I thought about clocking how much time I spend sitting. Then I chose not to because I figured that I might not like what I found out. That maybe I do actually sit eight hours a day. Which would mean that I probably don't deserve to be as tired as I am, which would then start my snowball of guilt and inferiority.
Emma's naptime is when I get to sit. Today I paid attention to myself as I 'sat.' I popped up at least nine times to do various chores or get that glass of water I forgot to get. Last week I thought about my sitting on a Thursday and realised that the only time I got to sit that day was when I was eating or driving.

I just googled 'sitting,' with full knowledge that I might end up with some webpages and images pop up that I really did not want, and was led to an article about a study that a doctor did on movement. Apparently he created some electronic bike shorts (sounds awesome, I know) that measured the movement of test subjects. Test subjects were also required to come and eat food set out for them, this was to account for people's inability to accurately gauge how much they eat and move. During the test subjects started at a certain calorie count and then calories were increased throughout the course of the test. This was to discover why some people can eat more and not pack on pounds and others chub up. Apparently those that did not gain weight added movements throughout the day to account for the calorie gain. Their body 'unknowingly' just moved more to use up the extra calories, bounced their legs while sitting, shifted in their seats, etc. Those that gained weight did not move more, ther were prone to be sedentary no matter how much they ate.
I hope I'm in the group that moves more unknowingly. I did lose the job of holding our computer on my lap while we watch a video online, because I move too much.

This has made me think about rest. Watching these students that we are working with bounce around has made me think, (Wanna go do yoga at 9pm? No I'm going to sit on my couch and lick my wounds from the day...with a blanket over my knees because I am old and have poor circulation.) and remember how much energy I used to have, and how much I seem to have lost. Some days the moments I don't feel tired are more noticeable. Rest is important, but clothes need to be washed and dinners cooked and toddlers entertained. I try to make Emma's nap time my time to write or paint. While that may not be resting I am not moving as much. Sometimes I feel like it's restful to get things done, then they are not dancing around in my head making me crazy. In the first few years of our marriage on Sundays my husband would happily plunk down with a book or flip on a game of some sorts. I would spin. This was precious time with which to get stuff done. He would rest. Then I would think about what was restful to me, was sitting and reading in the middle of the afternoon restful? It didn't feel restful, it felt maddening. I think I finally landed on painting or sketching. I would feel rested and I would still accomplish something.

I have discovered that the evening are my favorite part of the day. After we put Emma down and crash on the couch. Maybe it's my time with my husband, maybe that is because that's the one part of the day that I give myself a ticket to do nothing. To stare at a TV or to read a book. I think it's a good practice or I think I would allow maybe too much 'rest' or 'leisure.' In a leisure filled society I find I have to be on guard from wasting my time. My one most precious commodity.

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