As soon as I popped out of the birth canal (weren’t that a purty picture I done painted), they took one look at me and were all like, Whitney Redundancy… that shall be her name! It may be redundant, but I totes hope one of my cuzzins who are birthing babies passes that name on down through the generations. It served me well. Geez… back to blogging for 3 seconds and I’m already yammering about nothing.
While this blog of mine will ALWAYS be for the benefit of myself, first and foremost (because really… who’s more important than Redundy… <<– nickname… kind of like Crocodile Dundee but with less teeth and less kacky)… and you nice people who can follow my ramblings for more than one sentence are just the visitors to my form of therapy, I still find my blogging gets redundant. There’s really no way to get around being redundant when one is losing weight… you count calories, exercise, fall off the wagon, chase the wagon down, rope the jackass to the side of the road, get a flat tire, fix said tire, run over a possum, eat your weight in roadkill sandwiches, put new hay on the wagon, birth a new donkey, etc. Wash, rinse, and repeat. Come to think of it, life is mostly redundant… with a few surprises thrown in here and there. History repeats itself… and the same topics are discussed into the ground, time and time again. My favorite happens to be Fabio: Where is He Now and Does He Still Have Hair!?
One thing that never gets redundant (for me, at least) is the motivation and inspiration I get from reading/hearing about other people’s successes. There’s just something powerful about a human being working their receptacle off to overcome something or accomplish something that they never thought they would. So, this idear pops into my hat holder… and, again, this is mostly for Redundy’s benefit… why don’t I feature one of your successes/victories once a week or once every 2 weeks or once every 3 months (depending on the amount of volunteers I get… coughcough… may be once a millenium). Success/victory does not have to have a thing to do with weight loss (but I definitely do want all my pals who have lost weight to share their amazeball stories). It could be how you ran a 5K or went out on a limb and got that job you always wanted or overcame an illness/disease or quit smoking/drinking or came out on the other side after a divorce… etc., etc., etc. It could be a small thing or a big thing… just something that you considered a success.
Disclaimer: It does not need to be a novel of epic proportions and you also don’t have to be a professional writer… hello… I mostly talk about flying space aliens and use words like ain’t and crimeny… Just a paragraph or two is fine and dandy… and if you aren’t comfortable with sitting down and writing something, I can provide you with a few questions to answer. You can be anonymous or I can plaster your picture on the front page with a QUEEN/KING FOR THE DAY in big red flashing letters (okay, not really because that would require computer knowledge, of which I do NOT own).
Help a girl battle blogging redundancy and motivate/inspire the masses (but mostly Redundee) at the same time… your mother would be proud of you!
Question of the Day: Do I have any volunteers? I will hunt you weight loser pals down… might as well volunteer!
It was such a gloomy gus grey day today! I felt like holing up and watching Jem and the Holograms reruns… she’s truly, truly outrageous, you know!