New Year's Resolutions in 1080p.

Um, I'm usually not a New Year's Resolution "person." I mean, I think just about everyone has the desire to change things in their lives, and I am not immune to that, persay, but I don't see the reason to wait until the 365th day of the year to decide to change.

But I have two this year that I will document right here on Cheeky Debutantes:

1) Do/learn something new every month, affectionately known as the New Challenge.

2) Be healthier.

Re: 1) It is easy to get in a rut here in Chicago. Most of my friends from high school and college live in the area, and basically, everyone seems to go to the same 5 bars. All the time. Every weekend. Coupled with my AD program, and it's a recipe to get into a rut. So it changes in 2010. It's not that I'm not meeting new people or that I don't enjoy hanging out with my friends at the same old places, because I am and I do. It's just I don't want my mind to turn to mush, or just an art direction machine. I will document each experience here and expect you to hold me accountable for my "new-ness!"

Re: 2) I'm kind of an athlete. I say "kind of" because in the past three years, I have run two marathons, several half marathons, and gosh darn it, I am always down for a bike ride on good old Lake Shore Drive. However, since I was injured during my race in October, my fitness has been derailed. I've been feeling, um loose, in places that pretty much never have been. More than that though, with my schedule of night classes has resulted in 4:30 pm dinners and 10 pm "second dinners" when I get home. I think the sumo wrestlers follow the same strict diet plan. I need to eat more motherfucking vegetables and avoid the 7/11 slump of just picking up whatever cheap carb is convenient. Let's be honest though, anyone who knows Scarlett and I knows there's always room for an occasional cheese fries in any healthy diet.

Anyway, that means I am re-committing to my health, trying to work out regularly and eat some mo-fo veggies. Like 5 servings, everyday is the goal. So far, so good. To jumpstart my fitness, I am doing Jillian Michael's 30 Day Shred. I've been a fan of The Biggest Loser for years, and last night's season premiere indicates that this will be a dramatic, fun season. Anyway, Jillian is the trainer on TBL, and as my future sister-in-law and my sister have both completed and raved about this DVD, I figured I'd give it a shot. It's supposed to be ridiculously hard, but I don't know how to weight-train and don't want to look like a complete ass-hat at my gym trying. Day 1 of Shred - begins now.

From the Files of Daisy's Ex-Boyfriends, Volume 1.

A year ago today, I swore off an on-again, off-again boyfriend (He Who Must Not Be Named or HWMNBN) of the most vile variety. He cheated when we were senior's in college, and almost a seven months later, after a visit to California, and after he helped me find movers to come back to Chicago, I was still opportunistically allowing him, to paraphrase John Mayer, to high-five my nether regions. In short, it made me feel dirty. And NOT in a good way. I've always been a relationship girl, emotionally and physically monogamous, so this in-between status had gone on too long.

It was this day last year where we were in his apartment, watching a movie or something, while he was unpacking groceries, when my alarm finally went off. I just simply asked him if he ever saw us getting back together or not.

HWMNBN said no.

I knew he would, but it still hurt. I decided I definitely could not be friends with him. It would be too emotionally traumatizing. After many tearful calls to Scarlett, I moved on. Big time. The new And when that relationship ended, too, although more maturely and with no infidelity, Scarlett was there again.

And you know what? I spoke to a mutual friend of ours and found out the girl HWMNBN had cheated on me with had subsequently become his girlfriend in February of 2008. And that she moved to Chicago in September of 2009 to be closer to him. To her, I say, get the fuck out. This guy is bad news, and although, personally, I don't want to know you, I am sure you are a nice enough person. You don't deserve it and get the fuck out.

Now, a year later, I am forced to ask myself objectively if I am better. I don't know. I certainly feel better that I've moved on from such an emotionally tumultuous affair. HWMNBN makes random appearances in my life, like running into him at a bar with the newer model, a post for another day, who we'll call Ryan Dylan. I've seen him at parties, or out on the street once or twice, and all I feel for him is pity. Plus, his hairline is receding, and ladies, there is no better feeling than running into an ex the best you've ever been and him at his less-than-prime.