Here’s the deal:
I stumbled into the blog world a bit late in the game – around January 2011. And by my last birthday I set this whole Buns on the Run blog up. I’ve officially had this up and running for more than a year, am a whole year older, and yet only have a handful of entries. Pathetic.
The other deal:
It’s called Buns on the Run, because the goal (est. 2006 truthfully) has been to become that runner gal, to finally bring this vision to reality. The goal is concrete. The willpower, motivation, the gumption, however… well I simply haven’t found it. Despite my incessant blog stalking, nutrition reading, organic loving, to-do list making, plotting, promising, planning, yoga-ing, life hasn’t changed the way I’ve hoped it would regarding to getting my buns’a’running, literally and blogiterally (it’s a word).
One more thing:
I’d also hoped to document my journey to wedded bliss on here. Fail.
Hence the 80 days:
I’ll be doing some serious vow talking in exactly that many days. What the crap?! This year has flown by, and I’m unsure how summer is nearing its end. But I am sure that I have pounds I want to lose, confidence I want to gain and miles I want to run in this 80 days before our wedding. It’s all I want. So, what is stopping me? I don’t know, and while I care. I don’t have time to sit and figure it out while eating refined carbs and stupid amounts of sugar.
THE NEW DEAL:
Suddenly, I feel all FDR in this entry. Ha. Laugh, because it’s funny.
I’ll blog for the next 80 days. It’s Aug. 1, a new month, a new beginning. I might even tell a few people I do this. I’m sick of fearing what people will think of me, or judge for incorrect punctuation, grammar, thoughts. As Rachel Wilkerson says, “Sorry I’m not sorry.” Ah, but that’s for another post.
And I’ll lose some weight. I ain’t making promises to hit the gym every single day, or run so many miles each week or even steer clear from empty calories for the next two-plus months. (I have to note though, my fiance and I did give up Huey’s cheese fries back in June. That is a super sacrifice since we were addicted to them. We’ll make up for lost time on our wedding night. Yes, there will be cheese fries.) Anyway, there’s no definitive plan. Move more, eat less, more water, more veggies, less lazy, more crazy about fitness and health.
Because I don’t want to regret not getting my crap together in time for the wedding. I don’t want to wish I’d spent more time on the Treadie, or spent less time eating carbs. I want to be confident in how I look in those pictures. I want to be the princess I’m meant to be on that day, and start married life on the healthiest note possible. And I want to clear these hurdles, realize my potential, exceed my own expectations and be an overall bad mamajamma.
So, strap in kids. It’s gonna be one AHmahZing ride.