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That's N.E.A.T.

  Non. Exercise. Activity. Thermogenesis.

That's my kind of health and weight maintenance plan.

Essentially it means that you burn calories throughout the day just by puttering around.  

And I am the Queen of that! 

By simply getting up off the couch and straightening this, cleaning that, dusting the other, emptying the cat litter, feeding the bird, watering the plants, making the bed, toasting some bread, pouring a coffee, rearranging the pantry, reorganizing the office, decluttering the linen closet, vacuuming the living room, sweeping the floors, filling the outside bird feeder, pulling some weeds, etc.  

I could go on and on.  

I am sure you get the idea.

By doing all of these things, we are keeping our metabolism revved up.  We are burning calories.  We are avoiding the gym.  Yay!

We no longer have to get hot and sweaty in a spin class.  We can just keep our homes and gardens clean and tidy.  

Who knew?  

Perhaps our ancestors did.  

It was a hard, physical life in the pre-technology age, and I am sure they were all kinds of fit just trying to survive.

Don't get me wrong.  

I still go for long walks in the fresh air.  

And I do sit-ups and pushups and the dreaded Plank and some yoga stretches on a regular basis too.

But now, it seems, puttering around the house counts as a way to keep fit and healthy also.  

And I am so happy there is actually a scientific name for it:  N.E.A.T.

And I will happily putter my way to keeping healthy!


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