Now, this title reflects a couple of things. 

1.  I have been cheating on my running with Halloween candy. Ugh. I’m somewhat ashamed of this weakness, but hey – I’m not perfect and won’t pretend to be. I have set-backs and walls and crazy high standards for myself. I’m much more in shape now than I was a few weeks ago, so I’m not too terribly disappointed, but I did need to come clean about my pumpkin candy and kit-kat issues. The guilt was racking me!

My weekend has been a lot of studying and lazy eating. Candy was near, so it was snarfed!

2. (and this is immensely more important than the first one) Tomorrow is mine and the beau’s 5th year anniversary. 
[That’s half a decade, ya’ll!]

We’ve pulled and pushed each other through just about everything over the past several years. He’s my best friend, my favorite hello, the one constant thought throughout my entire day and I just don’t feel at ease unless he’s near me. 

Yes, I do realize that I’ve got it bad. But hey, isn’t this what we all hope for? The kind of love that is comfortable but exciting at the same time? 
It’s what I always wished for, and it almost didn’t happen. 

You see, we met in highschool – but I broke his heart and friend-zoned him in order to date one of his close friends, some might say his best friend (but they’d be wrong). 

It was very much like Gary Allan’s “Man to Man.” Seriously. The ‘Ex’ cheated on me, broke my heart, and my best friend was left to pick up the pieces and put me back together. My best friend, the guy who I’d left for something that was…more exciting?…better?…well, I have no idea why, but I refused to give him the time of day. I was hell-bent on dating the other guy. I was an idiot.

Then one day, after he’s finished super-gluing my aorta back on, he says “Well, I’m kind of interested in [a girl who’s name I shall not mention, lest she know that she ever had a chance]. What do you think?”

Jesus, I was now in the friend zone and I completely agree with this: 
It’s amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy.

George Downes
My Best Friend’s Wedding
So I told him how I felt and the rest is history. You can’t expect the boy to keep trying, only to get denied over and over.
It was my turn to take that leap of faith, and thank GOD, he caught me.

 It’s funny how life works out. The guy I thought would be better off as my friend, was the man meant for me. Who would have guessed!?

Now this boy, whom I got extremely comfortable with (which is the problem that many couples encounter…I call it “The Fluffy Phase”), pushes me to be better, to run harder, do more, push further. He’s everything that I expected my other half to be. He even cares enough to pull me into all the things he enjoys, as well as sitting through all the episodes of Vampire Diaries with me. It’s a decent trade-off. :]

Except Monopoly. Two Taurus signs playing anything can get dangerously competitive.
Someone may get CUT!

We fight, laugh, cry, play (seriously…this boy games like nobody’s business) – we are two halves of a whole. I can only hope that each and every one of you finds the person that makes you want to be better than who you were yesterday. It’s a great gift to know that your happiness is someone’s priority. To feel loved and cherished is wonderful. I hope you all can experience love because it’s the most beautiful, powerful, crazy emotion that envelopes your soul and makes everything catch fire.

Working out together has been so great for us. We interact and are in a much better place with our healthy-fit selves. It’s easier to work through sugary cravings and lazy-spells when we’re both involved and motivating the other. 

How have you all been making out  (-.o) with your workouts?

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