So, it has been ages since I have written in this damn thing! And I said since day one that I would be completely open and honest in my blog, so I will spill the beans.
I have been having some health issues since the beginning of July and we are in the process of figuring them out. I have been passing out, have headaches/migraines that can last a month at a time, and have had memory loss. The doctors don't know whats going on quite yet, but they are looking into diabetes and cluster headaches. I will keep everyone posted when I figure things out.
With that said, I will be honest on another thing. I have been slacking. It was easy for me to create excuses of not to go to the gym when I wasn't feeling well. I did go, just not as often as I should have. I was lacking the personal modivation to keep myself going, and my self esteem fell because of that.
I was on cloud nine for a while, especially when I fit into my skinny jeans again :) I think I sent out a mass text message to my close girlfriends!
But I'm ready to get going again! I am going to the gym tonight with my husband, and I am going to stay in routine!
So help me out people! Keep me in check!
Until next time.......
In the words of my husband at breakfast things morning,
"just her walk says it all, I'm large and in charge"
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
My ass was kicked...wickedly
So I'm slacking here.
I have been working non-stop all weekend/week and I have finally gotten around to typing this blog. Between work and play I am still trying to find time to work out. I will go into more detail later on. First we will talk about my first ass kicking from my trainer Amy.
Now, let me start with this. Amy is amazing, she is tough but hilarious. She is the perfect mix of "I am going to destroy you" and " I am going to make you laugh."
Last Tuesday, she did just that.
She started me off with 15 Min. of walking on the treadmill. Which I hate the treadmill with a passion. I would like to see it be dumped off the Grand Canyon with TNT strapped to it. But I walked my little heart out. Then she continued to torture me with squats with a medicine ball, then step ups. And it didn't end there, she then worked abs, arms, chest, legs again, and then made me do pilates.
By the time she was done with me, I felt like I couldn't take another step. But, the only thought going through my head was, "Holy hell, I just did that. I JUST DID THAT!"
I never thought that I would be able to indure a 60 min. full body work out. And I did. I nearly cried myself to sleep that night from the pain, but I DID IT!
I have my next session with Amy the Destoryer next thursday. Lets see how I survive round two.
Falling our of routine is very easy for me to do. After a 10 hour day of work on my feet the last thing I want to do is go to the gym. I have to constantly keep reminding myself why I am doing this. Its so I feel better about myself mentally, physically and emotionally. I want to be able to have children, run around with them, see them grow up. And by being overweight, my risk of not having that is low. This is for my future. And for my present! I want to look cute on the beach with my husband, not hide under a towel. o.O
Until next time!
Bust a move!
I have been working non-stop all weekend/week and I have finally gotten around to typing this blog. Between work and play I am still trying to find time to work out. I will go into more detail later on. First we will talk about my first ass kicking from my trainer Amy.
Now, let me start with this. Amy is amazing, she is tough but hilarious. She is the perfect mix of "I am going to destroy you" and " I am going to make you laugh."
Last Tuesday, she did just that.
She started me off with 15 Min. of walking on the treadmill. Which I hate the treadmill with a passion. I would like to see it be dumped off the Grand Canyon with TNT strapped to it. But I walked my little heart out. Then she continued to torture me with squats with a medicine ball, then step ups. And it didn't end there, she then worked abs, arms, chest, legs again, and then made me do pilates.
By the time she was done with me, I felt like I couldn't take another step. But, the only thought going through my head was, "Holy hell, I just did that. I JUST DID THAT!"
I never thought that I would be able to indure a 60 min. full body work out. And I did. I nearly cried myself to sleep that night from the pain, but I DID IT!
I have my next session with Amy the Destoryer next thursday. Lets see how I survive round two.
Falling our of routine is very easy for me to do. After a 10 hour day of work on my feet the last thing I want to do is go to the gym. I have to constantly keep reminding myself why I am doing this. Its so I feel better about myself mentally, physically and emotionally. I want to be able to have children, run around with them, see them grow up. And by being overweight, my risk of not having that is low. This is for my future. And for my present! I want to look cute on the beach with my husband, not hide under a towel. o.O
Until next time!
Bust a move!
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
New setup!
This will be short and sweet.
Thank you AWESOME MATT for the artwork! You can find his link to his blog on my friends... or http://mattsynowiczblog.blogspot.com
Check it out!
Thank you AWESOME MATT for the artwork! You can find his link to his blog on my friends... or http://mattsynowiczblog.blogspot.com
Check it out!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
MMmmm Pretzel M&M's
As I sit here stuffing my face full of the new awesome pretzel m&m's, you would think I would be feeling extremely guilty about my choice of after dinner snack. But guess what? I'M NOT! THEY'RE DELICIOUS!
You can't beat yourself up when you are trying to loose weight. If you don't indulge you will drive yourself crazy. Now, I'm not saying go out and eat 5 banana splits (mmmmmmmmmmm) But spoiling yourself a little is a good thing.
I went to the gym today for a small workout. I rode 30 min on the bike, and i felt pretty good. I also heard from my trainer. Next Tuesday at One-O-clock I will have the WORST DAY of this whole process. They determine how fat I really am, and how out of shape. BUT
I will be able to figure out MY routine, just for me.
I will keep you posted. So til then.....
stay classy san dieago...wait.... BLOG!
You can't beat yourself up when you are trying to loose weight. If you don't indulge you will drive yourself crazy. Now, I'm not saying go out and eat 5 banana splits (mmmmmmmmmmm) But spoiling yourself a little is a good thing.
I went to the gym today for a small workout. I rode 30 min on the bike, and i felt pretty good. I also heard from my trainer. Next Tuesday at One-O-clock I will have the WORST DAY of this whole process. They determine how fat I really am, and how out of shape. BUT
I will be able to figure out MY routine, just for me.
I will keep you posted. So til then.....
stay classy san dieago...wait.... BLOG!
Friday, July 16, 2010
And it has begun!
I have just completed my second work out today. I wasn't going to post until I started my sessions with my trainer, but so many things have started to happen already.
Day1: First Workout
Inspirational Song of the day: Jump and Jive, Brian Setzer Orchestra
I have to say, like most people that start to work out, the first day is the hardest. I found myself doubting that I could do it from the first 5 min. on the treadmill. All that was going through my mind repeatedly were the doubts that this was a dumb idea, I will never be able to do this. At first glance of the gym I see the cute girls in the tight sweat pants and tank tops. And here I am, a mid twenties chubby girl who has OBVIOUSLY waited to long to work out. Then I truly opened my eyes and saw that there was no reason for me to feel insecure. Fat, skinny, tall, short, beautiful, and ugly. Everyone was there, and no one cared what other people looked like.
So now the story of the workout begins.
I started on the treadmill,
"walking, how hard can it be, I walk all the time!"
Then....the 5 minutes in....speed walking
"Oh my god! My left leg is cramping, oh crap, this is not that easy."
It kicked my ass, just simple walking. As I huffed and puffed, it became easier. Not physically but mentally. I was doing it. Soon 5 minutes turned to 6, then 7,8,9.
"OK Katie, one more minute then you can take a break, then you can breathe."
10 MINUTES!
I felt great about myself. I did something that 24 hours before I didn't think i was capable of.
And that's how the night continued. I conquered the bike, I worked on some machines with my husband at screams reach to help me if I get confused.
It was a successful night!
Day1: First Workout
Inspirational Song of the day: Jump and Jive, Brian Setzer Orchestra
I have to say, like most people that start to work out, the first day is the hardest. I found myself doubting that I could do it from the first 5 min. on the treadmill. All that was going through my mind repeatedly were the doubts that this was a dumb idea, I will never be able to do this. At first glance of the gym I see the cute girls in the tight sweat pants and tank tops. And here I am, a mid twenties chubby girl who has OBVIOUSLY waited to long to work out. Then I truly opened my eyes and saw that there was no reason for me to feel insecure. Fat, skinny, tall, short, beautiful, and ugly. Everyone was there, and no one cared what other people looked like.
So now the story of the workout begins.
I started on the treadmill,
"walking, how hard can it be, I walk all the time!"
Then....the 5 minutes in....speed walking
"Oh my god! My left leg is cramping, oh crap, this is not that easy."
It kicked my ass, just simple walking. As I huffed and puffed, it became easier. Not physically but mentally. I was doing it. Soon 5 minutes turned to 6, then 7,8,9.
"OK Katie, one more minute then you can take a break, then you can breathe."
10 MINUTES!
I felt great about myself. I did something that 24 hours before I didn't think i was capable of.
And that's how the night continued. I conquered the bike, I worked on some machines with my husband at screams reach to help me if I get confused.
It was a successful night!
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Operation a GO!
Welcome to the beginning of my saga. I will start by telling you a little bit about myself, and how I got to where I am currently in my life.
I am 25 years old, married to the love of my life, Fonz, and reside in Carol Stream with two cats. Ninja and Pirate. Obviously, by the name of this blog I am not a skinny girl. Nor have I ever been one for a steady period of time. I wouldn't call myself obese, but I am a far journey from being considered the ideal weight. I am roughly 5'6 and weight 215-220 pounds.
I have always struggled with weight my whole life. Being chubby is cute until you are about 11, and that is when boys start to notice girls, and they notice who are the cute ones, and who are the fat ones.... I was a fat one. It stuck with me through out middle school and high school. I finally "grew into myself" around sophomore year, and actually was a healthy weight. I was active in sports and on a usual routine for working out, that of course ended when I graduated.
I began to gain weight slowly, and then steadily, and then one morning I woke up and looked in the mirror and said, "Holy CRAP!!!! I'm a size 18-20 in pants?!?!?! How did that happen??" I will tell you how.. I stopped caring about how I looked. I developed the mind set that if someone is going to love me, they will love all of me. And I meant ALL of me. I didn't care enough about myself emotionally, mentally, or physically to give being healthy a shot. It meant stop eating the foods I enjoy. Stop vegging out on the couch after work.
Something changed in my head when I met my husband. It took a lot of complaining and whining but I convinced myself and him that it was time for me to get healthy again. I have the same dreams as most women. I want to have children. If i was saying that I want to be healthy for when I have kids would be incorrect. I NEED to be healthy for when I have children. So that is how Operation Chubby girl began.
I will be blogging my way through the pride, tears, sweat, swearing and fat melting. I am not holding back, and at sometimes can maybe be to honest or too much information. But this is a real story, about a real women's journey through transformation and self discovery.
Enjoy!
I am 25 years old, married to the love of my life, Fonz, and reside in Carol Stream with two cats. Ninja and Pirate. Obviously, by the name of this blog I am not a skinny girl. Nor have I ever been one for a steady period of time. I wouldn't call myself obese, but I am a far journey from being considered the ideal weight. I am roughly 5'6 and weight 215-220 pounds.
I have always struggled with weight my whole life. Being chubby is cute until you are about 11, and that is when boys start to notice girls, and they notice who are the cute ones, and who are the fat ones.... I was a fat one. It stuck with me through out middle school and high school. I finally "grew into myself" around sophomore year, and actually was a healthy weight. I was active in sports and on a usual routine for working out, that of course ended when I graduated.
I began to gain weight slowly, and then steadily, and then one morning I woke up and looked in the mirror and said, "Holy CRAP!!!! I'm a size 18-20 in pants?!?!?! How did that happen??" I will tell you how.. I stopped caring about how I looked. I developed the mind set that if someone is going to love me, they will love all of me. And I meant ALL of me. I didn't care enough about myself emotionally, mentally, or physically to give being healthy a shot. It meant stop eating the foods I enjoy. Stop vegging out on the couch after work.
Something changed in my head when I met my husband. It took a lot of complaining and whining but I convinced myself and him that it was time for me to get healthy again. I have the same dreams as most women. I want to have children. If i was saying that I want to be healthy for when I have kids would be incorrect. I NEED to be healthy for when I have children. So that is how Operation Chubby girl began.
I will be blogging my way through the pride, tears, sweat, swearing and fat melting. I am not holding back, and at sometimes can maybe be to honest or too much information. But this is a real story, about a real women's journey through transformation and self discovery.
Enjoy!
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