UffDa, I ruffled feathers yesterday.
Ya know what I hate? I hate it when writers, famous of those and big bloggers and just lil ‘ol me ruffles feathers and then backs off. Apologizes. Oh wait, I offended someone? I am SO sorry. I take back everything offensive I’ve ever said in life…uhhhh, that’s a lot actually.
Um, no. That’s not me. I warned people that I was ranting. Have I done that before? No. So you knew guns were blazing. Was I talking to you? No. Not you, or you, or you. There were at least 30 people I pictured directly involved in yesterday’s post. If you felt something, that’s on you. Sorry. (But I’m really not.)
Yesterday was one of over 360 posts. Before you complain about one line of one post, I’d like you to go back and read every post and then tell me your least favorite 10 lines of all my posts. It’s quite likely that I can explain my point of view on all 10 lines (it’s also likely that it will include the word Fuck. I really love that word.) If I want, which I probably don’t.
Too many people are addicted to sugar and carbs and crappy eating. Uhhhh, has anyone noticed THAT I AM ONE? Have I not been real? Have I not laid out my baggage for all to see? Has it been therapeutic for me? Damn straight. As I was eating lunch with my brilliant, beautiful cousin yesterday I said outright, “I have a blog, I don’t keep anything inside.” I also have an on-line training log. I’m about as transparent as scotch tape. Are you?
Did I piss you off? Did I offend? Ask yourself why before you come my way. I will be the first to admit, I cuss. Uhhhhh, ya? There have been a few posts where I cringe knowing that less than a handful of people will see it and say to themselves ‘but why do you have to say Fuck so much Jules?’ But that’s me. Scotch tape. Gee whiz Mrs. Cleaver I just really like to cuss. Always have. Probably always will.
But I don’t hide. WYSIWYG.
If you think eating whole grains is healthy, you’re wrong. If you think you need to eat crappy food at the Holiday’s because it’s tradition, you’re wrong. If you think your children need sugar treats to feel special, you’re wrong. If you think chronic inflammation of a loved one isn’t dangerous, you’re wrong. If you think being skinny is more important than being strong, you’re wrong. If you think low fat, high carb is the diet you should follow, you’re wrong. If you think that listening to a doctor prescribing meds instead of getting off your fat ass and changing your diet is the way to go, you’re wrong. If you think constant cardio without strength training is the way to be healthy, you’re wrong. I can’t help that you’re wrong on so many levels if you fall in line with these things. That’s not on me. It’s on you. Start your own blog and try to tell me why I’M wrong.
See, I made a whole paragraph without saying Fuck. Yeah me.
But I stand behind every post. Every line. Every cuss word. This is me. If you like parts of it but not other parts, that’s ok. Really. Completely okay. I’m right. This is how we live, warts and all so to speak. We are an imperfect pair…but we’re not inflammed. And oh by the way, that STILL doesn’t guarantee us immortal life. A dear Strongman from here in Wisconsin was killed in a car accident this week. It is tragedy magnified by a thousand, unimaginable loss. We all are going to go at some point. All we’re doing is trying to live as comfortable and healthy as we can.
And we’re not hiding. Scotch tape. We’re imperfect, we’re honest, and we’re trying. And we’re right here in the wide open.
Your computer needn’t be the first thing you see in the morning and the last thing you see at night.