I
spent a large chuck of time today trying to not fall over.
Let
me ‘splain.
A
few weeks ago, my lower back started giving me fits. Like any sane person, I
immediately thought of that Joseph Gordon-Levitt movie 50/50 where he has lower
back pain and it turns out he has cancer.
Once
I calmed down a bit, I remembered that I have probably the worst posture of
anyone in all space and time, and that was probably the culprit.
I’ve
always wanted to have great posture. I took piano lessons throughout my
childhood and teenage years, and was always told to sit up straight by my
teachers. Spoiler alert, I would sit up straight for them in lessons, and then
go back to my terrible posture at home when I was practicing.
I’ve
noticed a pattern evolving in my life: I discern something that is wrong or
needs to be improved on in my life. And then I don’t do anything about it.
I
decided to do something about my posture. Mostly because my posture has become
in my mind a symbol of failures. Failures to act on change that I want to see
happen, failures on constantly evolving into a better person, failures to
clichély be the woman I want to be.
So
I bought an exercise ball.
I
followed the steps to the upmost, making sure to do everything right. I
inflated it 90% yesterday, let it sit in the corner of my cubicle overnight,
deflated it to 50% this morning, then inflated it up to 100%.
I
don’t understand why this is the system for inflating an exercise ball, but
then again I didn’t make the exercise ball, so what do I know.
Once
it was inflated, I decided to try it out.
Fact:
Sitting on an exercise ball whilst typing and answering the phone is not as
easy as it looks. I nearly fell over in the first fifteen seconds of sitting on
it and trying to type at my computer at the same time.
So
I decided to compromise.
Savour
it.
Build
to it.
I
am now making myself sit on it for 30 minute intervals three times a day every
day while at work.
And
I am determined to not cheat or quit.
I
may just fall over a lot.
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