On any given week, the things that are going to “kill you” seem to change at the drop of a hat. Drinking too much coffee is bad. Not drinking enough coffee is bad. Texting is bad. Emails are bad. TV is bad. Standing is bad. Sitting is bad. CAN’T WE JUST LIVE?
The “perils of sitting” seem to be the danger du jour, and to combat the paranoia and guilt us into “wellness,” my company installed standing desks for everyone who has a cubicle. So far, I think their purpose is primarily to have people walk by and exclaim, “Ooo, standing desks!” before walking into their offices and shutting the door. And because there are a bunch of us with the desks, it’s become a competitive peer-pressure situation. “Well, I stood for three HOURS yesterday!” and “Oh, not in the mood to STAND today?” ….are both things I’ve said since getting this desk.
The standing desk has grown on me as the week has gone by, and I do find myself feeling a little guilty when I sink into my ergonomic chair, avoiding the gazes of my coworkers high above me. And inversely, I actually looked forward to adjusting my desk to the appropriate standing height for optimal neck and shoulder comfort when I got into work this morning! Anything I can do to make my life longer…except giving up coffee. If that swings around to being bad for me again, I’ll stand for the rest of my working days!
What’s My Age: 75, funneling my retirement fund into velcro-closed New Balences.