Oh, yeah, I've heard of the treadmill desk. And sometimes I even write standing up. For the most part, though, my favorite writing position is me propped up on my sofa, my laptop on my lap.
I have never been one for sweaty endeavors. At six years old I was 36 inches tall and 36 pounds. I never got much bigger than that, so the fields of play were not my strong suit. Reading and scribbling were the two things I did best.
And I never much worried about it. After all, I was a healthy weight. But now I hear so much about how bad it is to sit all the time.
So I have adopted the "at least I can do this" school of thought about exercise. Every morning when I get up, I do at least 50 squats. If I'm feeling particularly froggy, I'll add in a few push-ups, some tricep dips, some dive bombers. Emphasis on the word "few."
I tell you, I've been surprised at the results. Even though I haven't lost any weight, I can fit in pants I haven't been able to fit in for two years.
Does it counteract my sitting habit? According to all the scholarly studies, no. But I AM glad to have my pants back.