The dictionary defines sedentary four ways.

1.    involving a lot of sitting and correspondingly little exercise
2.    tending to sit most of the time and getting little exercise
3.    used to describe shellfish that remain in one place, usually attached to a rock, for most of their lives
4.    remaining in the same area throughout the year and not migrating

Considering I haven’t attached myself to a rock lately and occasionally travel, I’ll assume that only the first and second definitions apply to me. I have spent the better part of my adult life flattening the old cheeks and rarely exercise.  So in a nod to of our ever evolving English language I hereby christen a new demographic subset of the US population, the Sedentarians, those individuals who like me tend to sit a great deal and get little or no exercise. It’s is a modern affliction that magnetically affixes more butts to chairs than in any previous generation. Our parents only had TV and radio to glue their posteriors to a sofa and succumb. We have endless electronic appliances all with the same goal in mind, to hold us completely and utterly motionless. And don’t start with the Wii Dance Dance Revolution shtick. I’m not buying it. We’re all sitting on our asses and wondering why the seat cushions in our sofas look like waffles after a year.

So back to the end in question, mine. As a confessed Sentenarian, I am faced with a couple of tough choices. Do something about it or call the Scooter Store and put the black one with the Harley logo on layaway.

More on next post…Flat on the Mat.