Ozzy may not be a shining example of health, but he did get me into fitness. I can explain. Life isn't linear, which is why I am such a fan of trying new things. You have to throw a lot of shit at the wall before you'll find out what sticks.
I was living in NYC at the time and feeling kind of rudderless. I had this thing that not too many people had called an iPhone, and I would listen to this amateur self-help podcast. One day the guy says, "You must have a purpose, and if you don't know your purpose... then your purpose is to figure out what your purpose is". I thought, Ahhh... my purpose is to figure out what my purpose is.
I decided that I would try something new EVERY day... literally. I made a rule for myself that I couldn't go home from work each day until trying something new. This is NYC, so it wasn't hard to find new things. I went to art gallery openings, book readings, nude drawing workshops, group meditations, bicycle meet-ups, punk rock concerts. I was up for anything.
I hadn't figured out my purpose yet, but I had learned a valuable lesson. Trying new things got easier the more I did it. Courage is a muscle. It gets stronger the more you use it. So, where does Ozzy come in? Well, one evening I went to Barnes & Noble in Columbus Circle where the Prince of Darkness was doing a book signing for his new autobiography. But when I got there I found out that you couldn't even get into the room where he was signing autographs unless you purchased a copy of his book. Being a cheap bastard, I resigned myself to browsing the book shelves. I came across a book on exercise and nutrition. I couldn't put it down... and I couldn't leave the store without it. That book changed the trajectory of my life.
Years later, being a fan of autobiographies, I checked out a copy of Ozzy's book from the library (I'm still a cheap bastard). It was actually a great read. His life was a long and winding road... and reading it closed a mini-loop in mine. Thank you, Ozzy.