I'm a sucker

I was up late last weekend and happened across Jack Lalane's infomercial for his juicer. I mean, how can you NOT want to buy the juicer when you see this guy that's like 117 years old and still moves around better than some 60 year olds I know. Really and truly I should have been asleep by the time that infomercial came on, but I had duped myself into believing that the baby might sleep in. He hasn't slept in a day in his 16.75 month life, but I really thought he might do it last weekend. Call it mother's intuition or just plain stoopid...either way I was really tired the next day.

Anyway, so try as I may I just can't get this idea of getting a juicer out of my head. I mean, how healthy would that be to cram a few veggies and fruits down its juicer throat every morning and consume a nice fresh glass of turnip-rutabega-strawberry-celery juice? Not to mention the health benefits of getting out your daily frustrations first thing by sending pieces of fruit to their oblivion! I even figured out that I can wash the veggies the night before and keep them in their own "soon to be juiced" bowl. Jack Lalane makes it even more appealing because you don't have to peel anything (except citrus fruits, but really, who wants to drink pithe??). See? Jack is the MAN when it comes to this whole juicing thing! He wouldn't lead me wrong, would he? Let's not talk about the fact that I barely have time to grab my lunch in the mornings...I'm sure I can figure something out to make sure we get fresh juice every morning. [Translation: Hubby can do it. I love you!!!]

Bed Bath and Beyond carries Jack Lalane's juicers, and I happen to have a few 15% or 20% off coupons stuck down in the glove compartment in the vehicle. The other thing I've been thinking about is getting an epilator so I don't have to shave my legs anymore. (same store carries those, too!) My husband is already disturbed by my intense fascination with tweezers. I have to control myself when it comes to my eyebrows or else I won't have any left. Then I turn my attention to his eyebrows. He sees "the look" and starts screaming and running. I got to pluck his eyebrows ONCE and he swore up and down that it was some form of wicked torment. Geez, I only pulled three hairs. Try as I may to convince him that over time it hurts less, he still keeps a distance between us if I have tweezers in my hand. So, when I found out that epilators are like a thousand tweezers pulling your leg hairs out, I'm so wanting one now! It's like waxing...only not. I'm assuming there are plenty of women out there who use these since the companies are coming out with new models. They must have a market to sell to, so I can't be the only sick-o out there that wants to tweeze her legs smooth.

So, there you have it...my two current fascinations...juicing and tweezing. Maybe this diet is getting to me afterall.