Random Thought For a Rainy Day (because it is always raining somewhere): Part Five:
Do You Get Out Enough?
You are probably sitting as you read this here, and in doing so… it is killing you.
The moment you sat down, your body stopped cleaning fat from the blood in your legs and the activity in the muscles below your waist (metaphorically speaking but also in a real physical way), went dead and silent.
Scientists have concluded that persons whom sit for more than six hours a day risk depression more than double that of those whom do not. This translates into that person (the one whom sits all the time), having a thirty percent higher chance of death in the following decade.
Fifteen minutes a day of walking… fifteen minutes… can add three years to ones life. Sixteen Weeks of regular exercise is said to cure depression in sixty percent of sufferers.
In a world where Prozac and other such pharmaceutical magical pills are now seen as the new way to cure everything it is slightly ironic (and once again showcases the dichotomy of our species) that the simplest way for many (not all… if only it were that easy), to cure themselves of what ails them (not just in a heath sense of the word either) is to simply….