Before you report me to the authorities, I actually mean juicing raw fruits and veggies -- not 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 illness 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 by not eating. And leave it to an episode of Oprah featuring a cancer patient giving up her martinis for homemade juices that convinced my mother to handover her coveted juicer earlier this month (something I've begged of her for years) -- along with Jay Koridich's Bible: The Juiceman''s Power of Juicing.

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Note: Don't read if you haven't seen Sex and the City, the movie. Though by now I would think you HAVE seen it.

Think what you will about the show and now the movie, but one thing I can say about Sex and the Cityis that it can really hit the nail on the head. There is absolutely nothing wrong with celebrating your femininity. Which is what I did when I saw the movie with my meetup group on opening night. They are the folks guzzling down that huge Razoo's fishbowl in this photo. We dressed up and wore fabulous shoes. I believe I saw a lot of glitter that day.

Another "Sex" lesson, as we all should agree, is there is nothing wrong with a little tolerance, which was a real test for Miranda (if you watched the movie). But what there is plenty wrong with is settling. And for that Samantha made the right choice moving on to appease what her heart and soul wanted.

It never occurred to me but I seem to have been in a real pattern of dating the same kind of guy. It surprisingly wasn't that apparent until I recently chatted with a fellow single blogger named Elsie. She commented to me after my break up about a type of guy she has come across time and time again: The Idealizer.

It is a word that surely should have a place in the dictionary with photographs of my last three "serious" relationships. Their common thread is always the same: surround you in gifts, have dreamy ideals of what the relationship is or should be or WILL be before you have even hit six months into it and when the expectations aren't perfect, they bolt.

Here is a snippet of Elsie's observations of such a gem:

"I’m just making inferences here, but this guy sounds like what I call an idealizer, that seeming Prince Charming who showers you with attention until you’re hooked (usually lasts no longer than three months), then rapidly loses interest when reality sets in...I will say this, though: I’ve come to believe that men like that don’t want a real relationship. They want the excitement of romance and all that comes with it. It’s not that they’re 'just not that into you." They’re 'just not that into' anybody!"

I kind of started looking back at my laundry list of men. And she was quite right. All of them started and ended about the same -- way too fast. It kind of gets to be a sticky situation...like quicksand or something.

I am not known to be a very patient kind of gal,  I will admit, but I can say most of my past guys have rushed things when there really wasn't a reason to hit the finish line at record pace. I remember trying to put the brakes on and the insisting began, I gave way and then tried my best not to look back when the relationship faltered as a result.

So after Vegas things have been interesting to say the least. When you are two people who are incredibly busy and lead lives with irregular schedules, it gets tough to keep things afloat. But when you combine that with illness and a relationship that went too fast, you are destined for disaster. That my friends is why I'm eligible -- again. I'm letting you all know because some of you have asked me and I am not afraid to tell you about it.

Things ended amicably, though I'm not going to say I'm pleased about it. In fact, it seemed sort of like a business transition. I think that is how things of today's times are: emails, texts...

Things got overwhelming with my getting so sick after Vegas. Since then I've had to have a number of tests (and still counting) to see how to fix me and make me new again. I'll keep you posted on future stuff by way of eligible-ness.

And sorry, I just couldn't help the hilarious opportunity to post this very appropriate LOL cat photo...