As most of you know, R and I were long distance for something like 9 months. He lived in a different state and would drive 4-5 hours to see me on the weekends.

Ever since our 5 week travel stint we’ve been pretty joined at the hip (minus his two weeks in Beijing for the Olympics). Since we still live on opposite ends of the city (soon to change) we have a little ritual of going to a Chicago famous German bakery when he drives me to work–Dinkels.

Dinkels has become sort of a deathtrap, especially for R. R has become addicted to the Custard bismarck with chocolate doughnut. It sometimes beckons him daily and I can’t tell him to resist because I always get a few bites out of it. Luckily, my sweet tooth doesn’t kick in until the afternoon, so I opt for the yummy organicy/fibery breakfast bites and we both get coffee. At the time, the coffee is great but it makes us feel like jittery crackheads for the rest of the day.

The problem is we can’t resist this little mom and pop bakery. The bigger problem is…we can’t resist doing all sorts of indulgent things together! We say we are going to do all these things…run…lift weights…be productive. But we never do. We usually end up giggling on one of our couches and try to decide whether we want to make it a beer or wine night. Meanwhile, I swear, I’m developing Oprah arms!

Compounding this problem is fact that R makes me feel like I’m freggin’ Heidi Klum all the time. The reality is, I ran a strong 10mile race when I first started seeing R. Now, I can barely get through a few miles! Now, I haven’t ballooned or anything..my clothes all fit…but they fit differently. Most of you gals know how that goes. Everthing just doesn’t fit as nice.

I don’t think there’s any reason to panic–I’m probably just…happy. But this is totally different for me! However, I’m too damn content to do anything too drastic to change my habits just yet. So for now, bring on the bismark, time suckage, and let the joys of close distance continue.