I work a normal 9 - 5 job.  Lots of typing, phone calls, and filing.  In the early days of working in an office, my kids always used to great me at the door asking excitedly, “What did you do at work today Daddy?”  I would rack my brain trying desparetly to think of something interesting from my day.  ”Ummm . . . I finally got that huge mailing out to all of our clients, reminding them to contribute to their Roth IRAs for this year.   And . . . uh . . . I updated our internal disclosure forms on the server . . .”  The kids don’t ask me what I did at work anymore.  Not that those things aren’t important, and not that I don’t enjoy my job.  They are important and I do enjoy my job.  I’m very, very thankful.  Its just that my job is so very, very sedentary.  I sometimes see how long I can go without getting out of my chair - while still being productive.  I can sit in one place for several hours and get most of my work done.  There’s an ass-groove in my office chair the size of the Grand Canyon. 

I’ve actually fallen asleep while typing at my computer.  It’s like my body reads all the signs:  Not moving, minimal brain activity, comfortable position - we must be sleeping.  One minute I’m awake, and the next minute I’m waking up thinking, “How long have I been out?”  I honestly used to exercise at least an hour every day - just to keep my pants from getting too tight.  And even then, had to watch what I ate, avoid sweets, etc.  But all that has changed now that I’m working on the house every night (and all weekend). 

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