A New Year...

I've never been one for New Year's resolutions. I don't make them because I don't keep them. Let's face it, who does? Everyone makes resolutions to lose weight, work out more, eat healthier, etc. Well, here's my reality check. This isn't so much a resolution as it is a realization. I need to take my health back. I am 5 foot 7 and weigh somewhere around 115 pounds.

I realize how stupid that sounds, and I should start by saying I am not overweight. I am underweight. My eating habits are terrible and ever since I quit dancing I don't work out. I'm skinny because I eat like crap and I have a fast metabolism. I don't eat enough, and what I do eat isn't quality. So I want to set a goal for myself.

I want to meet with a nutritionist, and figure out a better diet for myself. I want to meet with a trainer and figure out some kind of routine so that I can gain some muscle mass. I want to meet with my doctor and make sure there aren't any underlying health issues, like a food allergy (evidence points to lactose intolerance, but I have never been tested for anything along those lines).

So let's let 2011 be the year I take it all back. I am going to get healthy, and I am going to stay healthy. I am going to start by gaining ten pounds and making a point of eating better. I will not eat three meals a day, but rather several smaller meals from the time I wake up until the time I go to bed. I will drink more water. I will start sleeping through the night again. I will be sick much less often. I will ask about multivitamins or supplements I should be taking, as well as any deficiencies I might be suffering from.

Happy New Year. Let's kick 2011's ass.