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Resolutions: Pointless yet expected

Last year I posted my resolutions. I even went as far as making a page on here about them. I can pretty much say if sticking to resolutions were a class I probably made a C- or maybe a D? You can read them all here. But I’m going to recap.

1. Never watch Beaches again. Reminds me too much of a friend I miss dearly. (Check. And that friend and I are in the same zip code now.)

2. Stop yelling every time something doesn’t go my way. (I did pretty well with this one…)

3. Here’s the most common of all: Lose a total of 30 pounds by next year. (Well this didn’t happen. But you can read why here. All I have to say is I have an Oprah excuse.)

4. Keep up calorie-counting. (Um yeah…that got old.)

5. Get over the things I can’t change. That’s a big one. (Bombed.)

6. Make myself more available when it comes to sparking new relationships. It’s time I’ve found grown up events and places (i.e. not bars) to frequent to nab me a man…(First part. Yes. Second part…um yea.)

7. MAKE MORE MONEY. (This did happen. And my photography helped a little as well.)

8. Travel. No excuses of money, time or if I can get people to join me.  (My three-month stint at “love” took me to Vegas.)

9. Get my dream lens…at all costs. A new camera won’t hurt either.  (Check and check. But now I have another dream lens I want.)

10. Complain less. That’s a hard one so I have one caveat: Complain less to people in person and get it all out on my blog.  (I did pretty damn good with this one, considering where I had to start. Only I wish that I blogged more.)

So I’m ready to get going on this year’s set of resolutions that I am going to work like hell to actually complete. This is a new year that I have been waiting for all last year. Last year was a real challenge.

Read my 2009 list after the jump…
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Juicing is saving my life…

Before you report me to the authorities, I actually mean juicing raw fruits and veggies as oppose to jumping on the human growth hormone wagon. It’s funny, I’ve mentioned my recent juicing to friends and I feel I always need to have a disclaimer because of their confused faces. The term juicing USED to be unofficially owned by my recent idol — Jay Kordich, the Juiceman himself — long before Roger Clemens got pegged for a different kind of juicing.

Though I’m typing this blog post from home because I have had a minor setback on my road to getting healthy from sickness that has been a nuisance for several months, juicing has been a lifesaver for me. Because I’ve been to a gastroenterologist so much lately I might as well send her holiday cards, I had to find an alternative to normal eating. I just can’t seem to eat like I used to and I was losing so many nutrients. And leave it to an episode of Oprah featuring a cancer patient giving up her martinis for homeade juices that convinced my mother to hand over her The Juicemancoveted juicer (something I have begged from her for years) earlier this month.

If you aren’t familiar with good old Jay, he is a guy who is obsessed with juicing carrots. But he doesn’t stop there. So far I’ve juiced celery, asparagus, radishes and ginger. My fridge looks like a produce aisle. According to his book, and his fame, Jay cured himself of life-threatening illness with juicing. I suppose he was more popular more than a decade ago, but I’m sure he still looks as youthful as he does on the cover of his 1992 book and he was in his 60s when he wrote it.

Being that food has been an evil for me, I’ve had to get pretty creative with this juice stuff. I’ve mixed some crazy concoctions. And I’m convinced that if I hadn’t at the time of my mother’s generosity, I would be a lot more sick than I am today. I know I sound like an infomercial right now, but I was surely a person who didn’t really get into the whole raw food craze. But I will have to say, it’s been a true help on my way to recovery. Now if I can just get my doctors to figure everything out before I turn orange from all that carrot juice.

Another aside: Booze and I are officially over. The world looks really different sober.

MLK’s dream reminds us to take risks

Say what you want about Oprah, but she had the most riveting and beautiful special today to honor Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. It’s so easy to forget that not even close to 100 years ago people banned together to achieve the rights we have today. It’s easy to forget because so many people have taken it for granted or completely spit in the face of the meaning behind “Having a dream…”

One thread of commonality between civil rights stories, especially what O’s special highlighted today, was the necessity of taking a risk. It took so much of that small word to create the enormous impact. Whether it was standing up for the injustice of those times by protest or taking that injustice to the higher powers that be, the risk was there. And it is because those passionate people took those risks that I can type this post today. That I can choose to date whatever race I choose — when I actually have a date!

I’m not going to go into dramatics discussing the power of MLK’s dream. All of us by now obviously know such a man is beyond what can be written or said (or goofed up by Hilary Clinton). I’m only really writing this to remind us all, and maybe myself, that sometimes taking risks is the only way to make a difference. Or in fact the only way to leading the life we may all want or feel we deserve.

Risk is a little four-letter word that doesn’t always mean a bad thing, but a push in the right direction.