I had never heard of it before.
That was until I went jet skiing in Florida a few weeks ago.
The surf shop, YOLO Watersports, that organized our jet ski tour was full of t-shirts, bumper stickers, key chains, and pretty much everything not nailed down with the phrase "YOLO."
YOLO = You Only Live Once.
New to me.
I must not get out much.
It seems to be a movement or whatevs on the interwebs too.
And for some reason still to this day, the phrase BUGS the sh*t outta me.
It just gets my knickers in a twist.
Because I know that when I was a fatty, I used YOLO as one of my main excuses of why I could make horrible food choices and not exercise.
These were the usual thoughts that would creep into my brain:
"Hey, I only live once, I might as well eat that entire box of macaroni and cheese."
"Oh, what the hell, I can eat half this pizza, you only live once, right?"
"I don't want to go to the gym....I haven't been for months anyway and I don't want to miss out on that (party, movie, etc) tonight. I only live once."
Yep, this was my fatty mindset.
I totally get that the official YOLO movement is all about “carpe diem" and that oh so noble idea of living life to its fullest.
But that's not how I interpret it.
Probably never will.
Sure, I'm all about making a bucket list and checking things off of said list:
Jump out of an airplane? Sure. Sign me up.
Travel the world to exotic destinations? Abso-freakin-lutely.
But instead of proclaiming "YOLO" when I feel the need for a bucket of cookies, I'll be using my time more wisely and planning for my future reincarnation as a spoiled house cat.
Because, as you may not know....I am down with the Dali Lama on this one.