Today, I woke up feeling a bit under the weather. This is rather nice way of saying that I spent most of last night and all of today feeling like complete and utter shit. My sleep was wasted tossing and turning and today was wasted laying on the couch feeling utterly defeated. My sense of defeat was part illness kicking my ass and part feeling like the day was wasted. Now, on that note, I realize the importance of rest to recovery – which is why I did just that. But I also am one of those people that gets antsy as shit. I was miserable.
My misery was only amplified by desire to go to the gym. It’s official; I am totally addicted to the gym. I figure if I’m going to have an addiction it might as well be to something good for you. You know, I considered meth for its ability to make you a skinny bitch, but after weighing the pros and cons that just didn’t seem prudent. Gym, meth, meth gym. Yeah, I think I made a decent choice.
Anyway, since I couldn’t go to the gym, I did the next best thing and perused my old Oxygen Magazine collection. If you’re unfamiliar, Oxygen is a women’s fitness magazine that is actually good and not full of fluff and assorted crap like Shape. Don’t get me wrong, I love Shape, but Oxygen is far more devoted to actual fitness and clean eating. I’m asking for a subscription for Christmas. Maybe I’ll get all addicted to that too.
Flipping through the magazines, I recalled a letter I had read in an issue (try as I might I couldn’t actually find the damn thing). Basically the letter was from a woman who claimed that Oxygen, and the type of fit woman it represents, was a great example of why she didn’t go to the gym; people that were really fit made her feel unwelcomed and embarrassed.
When I initially read the letter I almost felt a little sad. Classifying myself as someone in the fit to very fit category, I would always jump at the chance to help anyone. I love being healthy and working out and generally treating my body well and similarly love helping others do the same. Yes, the gym can be intimidating and it’s likely intimidating to ask for help, but I know personally I’d jump at the chance to lessen that feeling. Why would I be selfish and keep what I love to myself?
And that, friends, lead me to realizing that I have totally failed you. I began this blog because I love writing and wanted to find a new space for myself in the blogging world, but even more I began it to share information and help people. And do it all being a bit of smartass of course. But I haven’t done any of that (except for being a smartass). I’ve neglected blogging – which I love – and in turn neglected you.
So here I am feeling like a total bag of shit on the couch admitting that I have sort of sucked lately. I’m really going to try and do better as much for you as for myself. The question I now pose is what do you want to know/read/whatever? Let me know what you’d like to see on this blog in addition to my random ramblings about shit.
What do you want to see on Sauce Gets Fit?