As anyone who has ever done it can tell you, working is hazardous to your health. It’s also damned expensive, what with having to buy clothes that haven’t been in your closet since the first Bush administration and/or don’t have holes in them and having to get your body from home to workplace five days a week. I don’t know where you folks work, but parking in downtown Seattle costs about as much per month as renting an apartment in some less spendy metropolises.
Historically, any increase in my work hours has caused me to gain weight. This is not surprising, since time spent writing = time spent with butt on chair. In the past I’ve used a yoga ball instead of a desk chair so that my legs, abs, and back had to be engaged to prevent me from falling over, but I’m not sure it made any difference. Once I got used to it, no real effort seemed to be required.
There’s nothing I can do about the clothing expense—I’ve gotten by with my decrepit coffee-shop wardrobe for a good long while and the time has come to jettison much of it. But the sheer costliness of parking will help prevent the butt-on-chair weight gain, because the bus is much cheaper and doesn’t go all that close to the office. So, instead of walking from house to car and from parking spot to office, I walk from house to bus stop (1/4 mile), from bus stop to office (about ¾ mile), and the reverse on the way home.
Never mind about the big bowl o’ chocolates on my desk. That’s to help me make friends. I don’t eat it.