Tuesday, March 6, 2012

My Job is Actually Killing Me, And Here's Proof


My office might as well be gutting me like a stuck pig, just a bleak and dreary picture for my life to come. Like that stat about obese people sitting for 2.5 hours per day? I've sat 2.5 hours by about 11 AM most days...I still have seven or so hours of work left in the day, not to mention that when I come home, I'm sitting down again (actually most of the time I'm lounging, I don't know if that counts, I've been told having my feet up is good for circulation, so I feel like I'm doing something, ya know). Last night I came home from work, sat at my desk chair, plowed through a Five Guys Burger and bag of fries and blogged...All told I probably spent 8 hours sitting yesterday. 

Top it all off, every hour of TV I work after work is apparently cutting 11% off my life...which should mean that I'll be dying...tomorrow? Welp, if this is it, farewell dear readers, it's been real.