“You took down our kisstletoe,” my heart sank to see he had reached up to remove one of the last few traces of me left in his bedroom, that used to be our room together.
He glanced at the mistletoe like it was nothing. “Yeah, it’s not Christmas anymore.”
I grew quiet, dim like a bulb about to go out, “Yeah, I guess that holiday is over.”
Today is #day9 of the Oxygen Magazine Fitness Challenge and I am finally coming into my power, though the machine is more than a bit rusty. I am slowly regaining my ability to eat, but I will admit that nothing I have tasted since our split has been sweet or scrumptious. I lost ten pounds this week and two inches on my hips. I missed two workouts, and my eating has been all over the place, but when I do reach for something it is clean. Meat, fresh vegetables, hot tea instead of coffee, and now I am adding protein shakes to compliment the end of my workouts.
My favorite post workout shake is 1 cup almond milk, 1/2 cup oats, 1 cup frozen strawberries, a half banana, and 1 scoop of vanilla protein. I love that my gym has a a nutritional supplement bar. Lacey Ultimate Fitness Center is the only gym that I have been to here locally that has the best of all things I need. I am especially glad it does not have a pool because I HATE wearing a swim suit and I really do not like jumping into water unless it is warm enough to not be shocking.
Speaking of shock, people are surprised when I tell them I am not in a hurry to move out now that love has forsaken me. “Isn’t it hard to live with him now that he does not want you? How are you going to feel when he starts dating other people?”
The idea of him with other people makes me sick. I check on his biggest stalker daily. I will tell you that. Yes, my ex-boyfriend has stalkers and a great deal of them are thanks to me and my big mouth, or my writing to be more precise. I write about my love for him with such a feverish heart that there are more than some local ladies who want a taste of him now that he is single. I can’t say that I blame them. He is a passion fruit I tried to covet like Eve’s apple, until I was reminded of my own place as queen. I can not be with any man that will not honor me as if I am the most treasured in his collection. His son, of course, should be every exception. The two of them are tied by soul, born on the same day as each other, just as my daughter was born on my day. They are both Virgos and we are two Capricorns.
If you are not familiar with signs of the zodiac, or if you carry a skeptical heart, you may not recognize any special significance to the star dates and personality maps. I spend an exorbitant amount of time reaching and searching for knowledge from every perspective. I enjoy the enlightenment.
To sum up the Virgo man in a single word, it would be “practical.” He sees things as they are, with no sugar coating. Virgo is a down-to-earth, hard-working guy who sees no need for unnecessary outpourings of emotion. When he has strong feelings about something, he usually keeps them to himself. Likewise, he tends to prefer the company of others who are similarly reserved.
The Capricorn Woman: Love, Sex, Friendship, Style
The Capricorn Woman
Dressed in a sharp suit and peering over the top of her horn-rimmed glasses, you’ll find a Capricorn woman chairing the executive meeting, spinning big deals out of thin air. Climbing every mountain and crossing every stream, she is the powerhouse of the zodiac. Her lofty ambition and inner drive often leave everyone else behind in the dust. Beware those delicate horns though, as she will toss anything out of the way to make her date with destiny.
He agrees that we are different and he believes that we are so different that there can be no hope for the love we cared to nurture these two years. He said our relationship reminds him of an old television series called, “Green Acres.” It’s an American classic sitcom starring Eddie Albert and Eva Gabor first broadcast by CBS in 1965. The couple moves away from the city to the county life he longs for, but what does a man do with a city girl in the county?
My ex-boyfriend loves me, but he doesn’t know what to do about me being in his life. He insists that I can’t fit in it. I don’t try to argue anymore. He keeps the top floor of the house and I stay in the basement level. His cave looks like moss green earth and rustic wood. Mine looks like princess palace sparkling with crystal chandeliers. “You don’t need to keep making my bed, ” He says as he comes down to my floor for a visit.
“Of course I know I don’t,” I say with a smile. “I do those things because I love you and that is what love does. I will take care of you until it’s time for me to go because that is the only me I know.”
He smiled at me then. I felt like a bear with a giant pot of honey. I do not mind two caves at all, especially when it means I live so close to honest caring. I need every friend in life. He is by far one of my most cherished favorites. #angel