tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30481366421601629042024-03-12T21:26:50.358-07:00Operation Chubby GirlKatie Ortizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16974348355070596891noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048136642160162904.post-56676567029092572862012-02-17T19:47:00.003-08:002012-02-17T19:47:53.904-08:0030 daysTomorrow is 30 days completely sober....<br /><br />that is all.Katie Ortizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16974348355070596891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048136642160162904.post-63611399019241676662012-02-17T19:47:00.001-08:002012-02-17T19:47:53.271-08:0030 daysTomorrow is 30 days completely sober....<br /><br />that is all.Katie Ortizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16974348355070596891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048136642160162904.post-13947588034679602992012-02-16T17:43:00.000-08:002012-02-16T18:13:31.393-08:00Its been 29 Days....im slackingThe last month has been a whirl wind. I have had very low points, and very high points. <br />I have been struggling with the Paleo diet since day one. It seems as if I am not having it prepared for me, I get to overwhelmed with it. Its easy to say what you are going to eat, but when I am at work, it's much easier to throw a bunch of chips down, and drink a red bull to keep my energy up. Our Crossfit team is starting the paleo challenge in March. For the whole month of March we will only be able to eat COMPLETELY Paleo. I have an exception to this, because Fonz and I will be heading to Milwaukee for 4 days for my birthday. <br />So I am going to explain some of my lows and highs from the past month.<br /><br />Lows:<br />Running::<br />I had an anxiety attack over this, literally. Crying, hyperventilating, freaking the F out! I have never been a runner. We were asked to run for a WOD and I failed, completely at it. The next day, the WOD had more running, and I felt so defeated from it the day before I didn't go to class. It's embarrassing when you let your anxiety and depression overtake your life. After talking to Fonz later that night, I decided to tuck my tail between my legs and go to the Friday CrossFit. It was very wearing on me. I had to push beside every fear I have had the previous day and tell myself that I was better then that. And after talking to Jason I learned that crossfitters aren't evil. They wont push you to the point where you give up on yourself. (Just to that point right before it :) )<br />Diet::<br />Already Went into this.....<br />Smoking::<br />I don't really need to go into detail on this one.<br />Being Positive::<br />I'm 50/50 on this one. I can be really excited about this whole life style change, and then on a bad day, I hate everything, everyone, every squat, every stretch. <br /><br />Highs::<br />Drinking::<br />I have decided that I will be going completely substance free, after coming up on 8 years sober from other substances, I am deciding that I have only substituted addiction, not resolved it. I have been 29 days sober. Its a small milestone but I am happy.<br />Positive Thinking::<br />Before when you told me I had to do a squat, I told you that I couldn't do it, and then bitched about it. Then whimpered, then bitched some more, then got half way down and fell over and said I couldn't do it. Then bitched. Now I just bitch a little bit do the squat and move on with my life. (my hatred for squats is slowing move to burpees. I hate burpees.)<br />Self Modivation::<br />I am not saying that I am 100%. Not even anywhere close. At all. But I am starting to see myself not giving up as easily as I once would. I'm still working on it though...<br /><br /><br />Until next time......<br />meowKatie Ortizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16974348355070596891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048136642160162904.post-17658859479734925922012-01-17T15:38:00.000-08:002012-01-17T16:01:56.442-08:00Delayed, but here.I have gone on hiatus, mostly due to the stomach flu I wonderfully got Wed night that lasted through Saturday! AWESOME!<br /><br />I didn't go into Cross fit on Thursday or Friday because of that, but I promised myself that I would make it in Monday. And that I did. I am going to break down the next two days for you.<br /><br />Monday: I woke up dreading going back into CF due to the fact that my legs were just becoming functional and I knew the pain would be back. Fonz and I went to the same class that day. And let me point out something about working out with your spouse, communication is great in a relationship, except for Cross Fit. We don't talk to each other through a workout. It can be distracting. When we both finish out workout, we will saying encouraging things, but not until it is done. <br />During warm ups, I tried a squat and felt an extremely sharp pain in my hip, and couldn't even do proper stretches. When speaking to another lady in the class, it was figured out that my IT Band on my left leg was too tight, and it needed to be rolled out.<br />IT Band Roll out = hell on earth. I have had it done by someone once, and I almost puked from the pain. I was given the option of doing it myself for having Jason (Trainer) do it for me. I opted to do it myself. I rolled out for 10 horrible min. Jason pulled me from the WOD that day, and made me row. I rowed 1000+ M.<br />I felt discouraged after that class. Because I was so out of shape, I was in pain, and the fear came over me. I felt like the person who was babied and left out. Last night as I was talking to Fonz, he encouraged me to move past it, and make up for it in the future. Thursday I am getting a tattoo, that I have promised myself that the moment that it goes onto my skin, that I will change from old Kate, to new Kate. And I did just that!<br />Tuesday!!!!!<br />I woke up in a positive attitude today. I had a wonderful breakfast with my husband, I had a great therapy session, and I saw my mom. Which makes me happy. Then...dun dun dun...Crossfit.<br />I moment I walked in the door, I remembered my new life motto (Which I will share Thursday.) I stretched, and I warmed up with my favorite thing ever! Squats!!!! If you could hear sarcasm in a blog, it would be there. All I kept repeating in my head was New Kate, New Kate, New Kate. Jason asked me to do 10, I made it to nine, and he asked me to do 10 more. Totaling 19, I hate odd numbers, so I did 20. I made squats my bitch. <br />We also worked on Max Shoulder Presses today. I started with a 35 pound bar, and ended up maxing at 55 today. I made three attempts at 65, but it just wasn't going to happen. But I am still proud of maxing on 55. <br />The WOD was Push Jerks and Box Jumps. 21-18-25-12-9. Jason is still modifying my workouts, so my work out was what follows.<br />Push Jerks 45lb<br />12 Inch step ups<br />21<br />15<br />9<br /><br />I felt so proud when I finished. I was partially dying, but happy. <br /><br />I am taking Wed off because I have to work and then we are going out to dinner for Fonz's birthday. <br />I will be back Thursday, and I will update then!Katie Ortizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16974348355070596891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048136642160162904.post-44607003954481645692012-01-10T16:37:00.000-08:002012-01-10T16:43:15.429-08:00Day one: DONE!Today, after I pulled myself out of bed, I managed to drag myself to CrossFit. <br /><br />I didn't die.<br /><br />Everyone was awesome there, and I am so glad that we picked this gym over the others that we looked into. Everyone was extremely welcoming and super encouraging. But I must say, even though I didn't do the workout like everyone else, my trainer, Jason, customized it for me. This is what I did today.<br />20 pound medicine ball dead lifts<br />modified burpees<br />I had to do them reps like the following:<br />10x<br />8x<br />6x<br />4x<br />2x<br /><br />It was a baby workout, but I finished it, and I am really f'in happy about it!<br />Even though Jason kicked my ass today, I guess you could say it was in the nicest way possible! :)<br /><br />I am going to go rest my legs, and try not to cry..<br /><br />Ps. Lunch today was grilled steak with red and green bell peppers, and my snack was vanilla greek yogurt with fresh strawberries and oats!Katie Ortizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16974348355070596891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048136642160162904.post-89543988279830682682012-01-09T19:31:00.000-08:002012-01-09T19:41:21.507-08:00Anxiety will be the death of me.....Tomorrow will be day one of cross fit...<br />The only thing that my mind is telling me when starting something new is that I will be no good at it, and that I will give up, like I eventually always do. This is something I do want to do. Not just for me, but for my husband and my future children. <br />Fears are natural, but when you suffer from a mental illness that breaks you down every part of your day, fear is taken to a whole new level. I suffer from depression, anxiety and obsesive compulsive disorder. When I obsess about something, it doesn't go away. I have thrown myself into panic attacks thinking of the worst possible scenario in situations. And that is what I am doing to myself now.<br />I idea of failure is eating away at me, and I don't know how to handle it. I can be told a million times that I will be okay, but that turning in my gut reminds me that I will fail, and I will quit.<br />I am not longer fighting my struggle with my weight and self image, I am also fighting the chemical imbalances in my head that tell me I will never be good enough at something. I often think about what it would be like to have OCD for something constructive. My therapist said that type of OCD doesn't exist, if i based my OCD on exercise and health, I would most likely be anorexic. <br />Fear is something I am learning to get over, and hopefully some day I will. Whether or not I fear something doesn't mean I shouldn't do it. I will probably never get over my issues, but I will learn to cope with it in other ways. <br /><br />I'm done with the depressing post now... <br />I will update tomorrow if I don't die.Katie Ortizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16974348355070596891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048136642160162904.post-11568263136202020852012-01-09T16:36:00.000-08:002012-01-09T16:40:21.830-08:00Tomorrow is d-dayIm at work looking up paleo recipes for the week and tomorrow is my first day of cross fit. Sorry for the bad post. Typing this from my iPhone. Won't lie. I am absolutely terrified. Fonz has already gone to two classes and it says it kicks his ass. So it going to destroy mine. But I am ready to get on board with this and start making the change. <br /><br />Over and out.Katie Ortizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16974348355070596891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048136642160162904.post-36296733447891810602012-01-06T15:59:00.000-08:002012-01-06T16:05:49.592-08:00and so it begins!Fonz and I have decided on a cross fit gym that we like. We hoped into at the very end of a class, and got to watch about 5 min. I was terrified. Fonz had a look in his eye like he was a kid in a candy store! After we spoke to the trainer, Jason, I started to feel better about going into this experience. There are all ages and body types doing this work out. I go in on Tuesday to do my trial class. I am probably going to cry and puke.<br /><br />Along with this workout that we will be doing, we are thinking about starting the paleo diet. Google it up. It looks kind of crazy at first, but when you start to look into the recipes, it seems not to bad. <br /><br />Tonight I am hosting two friends for what we call the "Hockey Wives Club." We all have celebritys husbands that are blackhawk players. Jamie's being Steve Montador, Michelle's being Sami Lepisto, and mine being Viktor Stalberg. You will probably hear about this more. So anyways..... I have all healthy snacks out, and I will post pictures and the meal plan later. :)<br /><br />Time to go watch the hawks!!<br /><br />Ps. Fonzy and Me are meeting Hammer tomorrow! GO TEAM SWEDE!Katie Ortizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16974348355070596891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048136642160162904.post-1361889379997901582012-01-03T13:18:00.000-08:002012-01-03T13:37:35.868-08:00A year and a few months later...its all on the lineI have given up hope in the last year regarding everything to do with this blog and health idea. I have always said that when I blog I would not holding anything back, and staying true to myself, and I am putting it all on the line. And what I am about to type, I think I have only told a few people, and barley have started to admit to myself.<br /><br /> We will start from the beginning. (This may not all relate to weight loss, but it will give you an idea of the mindset I have been in, and will be working through.)<br /><br /> Shortly after I was married, I was on cloud nine thinking that I could take on the world and everything it brought at me. All of my past struggles were going to be kicked aside and I was going to become a new person. I had my new wonderful husband by my side, and I was ready to kick society in that shit eating grin that it has looked at me with for so long. I started to get things in order, going to the gym and getting healthier being my top priority. <br /> Around August of 2010 I started to become depressed and my anxiety was slowing eating away at my strive and motivation. I became very unsure of myself and everything around me. Friends that have always been there for me because enemies in my head. I thought as if they were always judging me, thinking something was wrong with me. I had nights where I would cry because my cats ignored me. I was on a downward spiral, quick. <br /> By December I was a different person. The depression had eaten away at me so much that I would sit on the couch in a vegetative way, staring at the TV not even sure of what I was watching. There were no more smiles, laughs, my own husband couldn't even help me because I wouldn't let anyone see into how bad it had gotten. <br /> On a night about 2 weeks before Christmas, after a particularly rough day, I was driving home and simply thought to myself, "How easy would it be for me to let go of the wheel and go off the road." When I got home that night I realized that the feeling I had have on the ride home was not the first. That night I told Fonz that I needed to go into therapy.<br /> This past year has been all sorts of ups and downs. I have learned a lot from myself and how to deal with what life throws at me. With 2011 being one of my roughest years thus far, I have gone into 2012 with a mindset of change and a new beginning. <br /> Fonz and I have decided to pursue the gym once more. (Actually, to be fair, Fonz never gave up on the gym.) We are looking to join a gym that is more of a support group and community, that way when I feel like I can't face my insecurities and troubles on my own, I will have a lot of people holding me up saying that I can.<br /><br />When you read this, you may see me in a different light, and see what my quick wit and laugh isn't the only depth that I have, and I think that I have let people see only that side of me for too long. Like I said in the start of this post, I am holding nothing back including fears, my depression and anxiety, and my accomplishment!Katie Ortizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16974348355070596891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048136642160162904.post-7740735399185564922010-09-21T18:35:00.000-07:002010-09-21T18:41:20.176-07:00Its been soooo longSo, 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.<br /><br />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. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />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! <br /><br />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! <br /><br />So help me out people! Keep me in check! <br /><br />Until next time.......<br /><br />In the words of my husband at breakfast things morning,<br />"just her walk says it all, I'm large and in charge"Katie Ortizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16974348355070596891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048136642160162904.post-30116170359884948022010-08-03T18:21:00.001-07:002010-08-03T18:36:01.587-07:00My ass was kicked...wickedlySo I'm slacking here.<br />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.<br /><br />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."<br /><br />Last Tuesday, she did just that. <br /><br />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. <br /><br />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!" <br /><br />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!<br /><br />I have my next session with Amy the Destoryer next thursday. Lets see how I survive round two.<br /><br />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<br /><br />Until next time! <br /><br />Bust a move!Katie Ortizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16974348355070596891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048136642160162904.post-22189589617614942192010-07-27T17:50:00.000-07:002010-07-27T17:52:45.235-07:00New setup!This will be short and sweet.<br /><br />Thank you AWESOME MATT for the artwork! You can find his link to his blog on my friends... or http://mattsynowiczblog.blogspot.com<br /><br />Check it out!Katie Ortizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16974348355070596891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048136642160162904.post-37248414558090674582010-07-22T18:45:00.000-07:002010-07-22T18:54:36.475-07:00MMmmm Pretzel M&M'sAs 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! <br />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. <br /><br />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<br /><br />I will be able to figure out MY routine, just for me.<br />I will keep you posted. So til then.....<br /><br />stay classy san dieago...wait.... BLOG!Katie Ortizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16974348355070596891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048136642160162904.post-61466359243241290852010-07-16T21:00:00.000-07:002010-07-16T21:17:57.254-07:00And 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. <br /><br />Day1: First Workout<br />Inspirational Song of the day: Jump and Jive, Brian Setzer Orchestra <br /><br />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. <br />So now the story of the workout begins. <br />I started on the treadmill,<br />"walking, how hard can it be, I walk all the time!"<br />Then....the 5 minutes in....speed walking<br />"Oh my god! My left leg is cramping, oh crap, this is not that easy."<br />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. <br />"OK Katie, one more minute then you can take a break, then you can breathe." <br />10 MINUTES!<br />I felt great about myself. I did something that 24 hours before I didn't think i was capable of.<br />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.<br />It was a successful night!Katie Ortizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16974348355070596891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048136642160162904.post-46843868889536766542010-07-14T12:47:00.000-07:002010-07-14T13:04:52.880-07:00Operation a GO!Welcome to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">beginning</span> 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.<br /><br /> I am 25 years old, married to the love of my life, Fonz, and reside in Carol Stream with two cats. Ninja and Pirate.<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"> Obviously</span>, 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">wouldn't</span> 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.<br /><br /> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">high school</span>. I finally "grew into myself" around <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">sophomore</span> 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.<br /><br /> I began to gain weight slowly, and then <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">steadily</span>, 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.<br /> <br /> Something changed in my head when I met my husband. It took a lot of complaining and whining but I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">convinced</span> 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.<br /><br /> 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.<br /><br />Enjoy!Katie Ortizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16974348355070596891noreply@blogger.com0