60 days people. 60 days until I have to squeeze into a wedding dress and actually manage to walk, breathe, converse, and possibly even eat. This past weekend I had my final wedding dress fitting (eek!) and while it was awesome, it was also a little horrifying. The dress fits, I can zip it up just fine and walking is easy…but breathing is another story. I have been told it’s normal to not be able to fully breathe in, it’s what keeps all my lady parts inside the dress, but holy cow.
So today marks the start of my next fitness-filled 60 days. I am going to run like it’s my job. I’m going to run so I can eat an extra burrito on our wedding day (yes, we are having a 200-person burrito bar at our wedding complete with 6 pounds of queso). I’m going to run to release tension and ease stress. I’m going to run to hopefully clear up my eczema covered skin which has taken a turn for the worse due to some recent stress. I’m going to run because I can’t believe how far off of the wagon I have fallen. I used to workout 5 days a week, and now I think I’ve worked out twice in the past month. Ugh.
I can’t wait to feel the burn, and hopefully be able to take a nice deep breath on our wedding day in 2 months. Lord knows I will need it with all the excitement and overwhelming feelings that will be sure to surface.
Also, my 9-month pregnant sister has hit the gym about 10 times as much as I have lately. No excuses.