When I found out I was pregnant with Whimsy, I insisted on getting a treadmill. I knew that even if I ate steamed broccoli and grilled chicken for the duration of my pregnancy, I would be packing on at least 50 pounds and being 40 while trying to lose that baby weight wasn't going to be much fun, so I turned to Craigslist, as I often do. And let me tell you, when I was 42 weeks pregnant and about to be induced, I got on that treadmill and decided I wasn't getting off of it until I went into labor. Voila! Whimsy made her appearance about 8 hours later.
Now that Whimsy herself is running around and poking her nose into everything, I have to steal time on the treadmill whenever I can. I steal it from the 14 year old who would rather just leave for school early instead of helping with his baby sister. And I steal it from my work-time, too and this is how:
The desk is easy to slip on and off. When the desk is off, I can run, walk, pray, listen to the Robcast, and sometimes just escape from the world. When the desk is on, I can work while walking, or if I'm not actually walking, it's a great height for packing Etsy orders and holding my scales for weighing the finished packages. I have less than 10 dollars in the desk, but I have gotten so much use from it.
We have too many modern conveniences to get the exercise we really need. This is how I am fighting the tendency to be sedentary. It's not easy to squeeze some quality movement into the day, but my treadmill desk is a good way for me to do the things I normally do with the added benefit of moving.
Now, if I could just come up with a way to get the windows washed while I was reading a book....that would be some clever multitasking...