Until recently, I took better care of my feet than my face. I've had diabetes since I was 21, and am at risk for—though have so far avoided—complications from poor circulation in my extremities. Part of preventing that involves washing, buffing, creaming, and occasionally pedicuring my footsies.
My face, conversely, just got whatever soap dripped down from my hair in the shower, and whatever water I aimed at it to blast out the crusty stuff in the corners of my eyes.
Well, no more. After reading a link from Dori Smith a few weeks ago, I decided that now that I'm nearly 35, I should probably do a little work to keep from going the way of Nicholas Campbell and Bryan Adams all that soon.
So I use a facial cleanser with little gritty beads in it to rub off the dead skin in the shower, a toner (applied with a little cotton ball) that helps remove oils afterward, and an SPF 18 moisturizer to soften things up before I go out.
Now, I can't say that things look any different, but I'm starting to see how women get addicted body products, because I sure smell nice and feel great when I walk out of the bathroom. Plus my wife and kids like it. Except now, with the toothpaste and the mouthwash and the soap and the shampoo and the conditioner and the cleanser and the toner and the moisturizer and the hair gel and the deodorant, I'm spending a whole lot more time hogging that bathroom, smearing stuff on myself in the morning.