Category Archives: Inspiration

There Goes a Fighter…

**** UGH!!!  I had this long ole post typed up and then I blinked my eyes and poof… it was gone and Whitney turned into Zombie Angry Bear… it’s the little known Berenstain Bear sister.  Not even Auto Save worked… yo, Internet sabouteurs, I’m on to you… this would be the abbreviated version…  

I’ve decided I need a 2012 theme song… one of them kick the rear patookus theme songs.  A song that gets me raring to go and wanting to warrior my way to the top of Mount Vesuvius after downing a case of Ovaltine!  You know it’s the truth!  So, when I was out walking the other evening and started bawling when I heard this song, I was all like… BINGO… we have a winner!  Dick Clark… what have they won?  It was quite the picture… fat chic with a scarf wrapped up like a mummy around her face trying to avoid nostril frostbite, bawling whilst walking down the street listening to a rap song.  Coughcough LAME FRIES PATHETICNESS ALERT Coughcough!!

The lyrics spoke to my situation at the time.  Just coming off a 3-month-long smorgasbord buffet, doubting that I’d ever be able to muster up the strength to get back on it.  That pesky gremlin doing back flips in my noggin… you’re done… FRIED… this is the end… history is repeating itself.  Give me a few more months, a remote control, and I’d return to the same ole couch-surfing heifer, watching my stories whilst eating bon bons and crying into a bucket.  (Who the helium balloon eats bon bons anyway?  People always talk about them, but I done never ate one in all my years of face stuffing.  This coming from the chic who used to eat glue on a semi-regular basis… mmmmmm… hoofy!)  Brain cells flying out the window during that fiasco, I tell you what!!

The Fighter…

That’s what this thing is all about.  No one ever fell on top of a mountain and said… Gee… this was worth it… I’m proud of my accomplishments.  That doesn’t happen… unless you happen to be watching Superman.  Give me scars… give me pain… blood, sweat, and tears so one day I can look back down my long and winding hill and I can say it was worth it.  Worth it all… all of it!   There goes a fighter…

The Fighter by Gym Class Heroes (featuring Ryan Tedder of OneRepublic)

Note:  If you aren’t a rap music fan, this is more about the lyrics… but if you still aren’t a fan of the stuff, fast forward to around 00:40 and at least listen to the non-rap chorus portion.  Also, as a side note… there are a couple of mild swear words if that stuff offends you… you’ve been warned!

But I do it for the kids, life threw the towel in on
Every time you fall, it’s only making your chin strong
And I be in your corner like Mick, baby
Til the end or when you hear the song from that big lady

Until the referee rings the bell
Until both your eyes start to swell
Until the crowd goes home
What we gonna do y’all?

Give ’em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live life til we’re dead.
Give me scars, give me pain
Then they’ll say to me, say to me, say to me
There goes a fighter
There goes a fighter
Here comes a fighter
That’s what they’ll say to me, say to me, say to me
This one’s a fighter

If you fall, pick yourself up off the floor
And when your bones can’t take no more
Just remember what you’re here for


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Nothing More Inspirational Than This…

I ran out of time… I have to get up in 4 minutes to hightail it to Rexburg for a cuzzin’s wedding, so this here video is probably one of the most inspirational/motivational things you’ll see in a long time.  Mark my words!  Her name is NieNie… or Stephanie Nielsen the long route… and if she can get up every morning and go about her daily life, living with the attitude she has, heck if any of the rest of us can’t!

Thank you for the perspective, NieNie!  Happy weekend, party goers!  Do something crazy this weekend for me, like wearing mismatching socks or eating lunch before breakfast!  CA-RAZY!!


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Bieber Fever… Nasty Whitney… NASTY!

I had a nightmare dream last night starring Justin Bieber… just stop right there… STOP!  It wasn’t that kind of nightmare dream.  It was more, his mom called me up and asked if I could babysit him so that she and her husband could go on a date.  LOL!!!!!!  Is this what my life has come to now?  Babysitting Justin Bieber in my nightmares dreams.  The humiliation.  I have nothing against the Biebs… he’s a very talented young fry… I’m just way beyond the age of girlish squealing and adulation.  He reminds me too much of my nephew… oh, and besides that, I’m 32.

Anywho… so Biebster was in my dream and while we were playing Candyland, he suddenly stopped and said, Say… I have a great song for your blog… And I’m all like, wow, Biebster (that’s what he told me to call him)… I didn’t even know you knew I had a blog.  And he’s all like, in your nightmares dreams.  I finally figured out why I was dreaming about Bieby.  I was watching my show on Monday night, the Sing-Off… which by the way I LOVE… except for the boring judging part which I just fast forward (I’m looking at you Ben Folds), when the group of boys from Utah up and sang this Biebster song and it was forever stuck in my noggin… thus the nightmare dream.

You know what… it’s appropriate.  Never say never.   Whitney… never tell yourself you won’t run… because you have.  Never tell yourself that you won’t ride a bike… because you do.  Never tell yourself that there is no possible way to lose 350 pounds… because you’re doing it.  NEVER… EVER… EVER… say never!!  Get it?  Got it?  GOOD!

Question of the Day:  Do you have a music guilty pleasure?  Something you would be embarrassed to tell people you listen to?   You can tell me… I won’t tell anybody!  😛

Never Say Never by Bieber Fever as sung by VocalPoint on the Sing-Off

See I never thought that I could walk through fire
I never thought that I could take the burn
I never had the strength to take it higher
Until I reached the point of no return

And there’s just no turning back
When your heart’s under attack
Gonna give everything I have
It’s my destiny

I will never say never
(I will fight)
I will fight till forever
(Make it right)

Whenever you knock me down
I will not stay on the ground
Pick it up, pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up
Up, up, up, up, up and never say never


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Restoring My Faith In Humanity…

The news is usually a big ole melting pot of depressing… someone killed someone, someone threw a suitcase full of kittens into a dumpster (Madre, was that you!?  KIDDING!), someone named Charlie Sheen happened, etc.  You know, the usual brew of lose-tastic.  So, it’s no wonder that I don’t usually have much faith in humanity.  I know for a fact that there are wonderful, selfless people out there (I know quite a few), but I keep figuring that those people are getting fewer and fewer because the selfish ones are overtaking the world!  Is humanity as a whole inherently good or inherently bad?

The 10-year anniversary of 9/11 just passed and I’ve been watching special after special about those horrific days, mostly focusing on the heroes who risked their lives to try to rescue anyone who may have survived… and many who lost their own lives while doing so.  It’s when I watch these kinds of things that my faith in humanity is restored.

I keep wondering what I’d have done had I been in the same situation and all I can think is that I’d have run the other way… I’d have been too scurred and yellow-bellied and run off screaming like an Oprah audience member who’s just been told she’s won a new car.   That’s what is in my brain because my brain doesn’t usually think too highly of myself and it always downplays my strength and ability.  I never would have thunk I could have come this far on my own weight loss journey… but by taking it one day at a time, I have.  That has to count for something, right?

You never know how STRONG you are, until being STRONG is the only choice you have.

This video happened about 3 miles from where I live… just up the street and around the corner.  I’ve seen this footage countless times… it’s pretty much gone worldwide since it happened yesterday… and every time I watch it I want to stand up and cheer and hug every last one of these selfless folks.  HEROES… a band of ragtag rescuers banding together to save a life… someone they didn’t even know… risking their own lives in the process.  Humanity isn’t hopeless… sometimes it just loses it’s way a bit.

Question of the Day:  Where were you on 9/11?


The Change sung by Phil Stacey


One hand reaches out
And pulls a lost soul from harm
While a thousand more go unspoken for
They say what good have you done
By saving just this one
It’s like whispering a prayer
In the fury of a storm

And I hear them saying you’ll never change things
And no matter what
you do it’s still the same thing
But it’s not the world that I am changing

I do this so this world will know
That it will not change me

This heart
Still believes that love and mercy still exist
While all the hatred rage and so many say
That love is all but pointless in madness such as this
It’s like trying to stop a fire
With the moisture from a kiss

And I hear them saying you’ll never change things
And no matter what you do it’s still the same thing
But it’s not the world that I am changing
I do this so this world will know
That it will not change me

As long as one heart still holds on
Then hope is never really gone

I hear them saying you’ll never change things
And no matter what you do it’s still the same thing
But it’s not the world that I am changing
I do this so this world we know
Never changes me


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Redundancy Is My Middle Name….

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!


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Stuck Up A Tree With No Way To Get Down? JUMP!

A few weeks back I was dozing away in my bed seeing as it was early morning and the only thing that is allowed to be up in the early morning are the people who make the McMuffins and the chipmunks riding the bicycles that make the water hot so I can have a hot shower every day.  Oh… those don’t exist?  I really need to get some learning in.  Anywho… I was dozing early one morning when I kept hearing this high pitched mewing sound outside of my open window.  I tried to ignore it, make it blend in with the mass of birds that tweet outside my window every morning starting at around 4:30ish when they hold their choir practice and hoe down social before the magpies show up with their out of tune squawkers to poop on the refreshments.  It’s a great shindig until the pies show up.  So, I tried burying my head underneath my pillow, but I kept hearing that constant mewing… like the little guest kitty was in distress or something.

My conscience got to me, so I got out of bed to check the situation out.  I heard the mews out on the front lawn somewheres, but could not find the mewing kitty anywhere.  So, I went back to bed.  More mews… and mews and mews and mews and so I got up a second time to investigate.  This time, I groggily looked up and about 20 feet up the huge tree in the front yard, I saw this:

Can you see it?  Let me zoom in further…

Caught up a tree with absolutely no way to get down.  She’s new at this tree climbing thing… first time she’s ever climbed a tree, thus the no thought as to an escape route.  I was annoyed… A.) because I don’t climb trees… and 2.) because I was standing out on the front lawn (car central) in my pajamas with my hair looking like it’d been put through a blender and reattached to my scalp strand by strand.  I was positive I was going to have to call the fire department and have them bring out one of their trucks with a ladder on it… I saw that on the news once… a kitty being rescued by a fire truck and everyone cheered and hugged each other and the cat wrote the fire department a thank you card with cat litter embellishments.  It was so touching!  In a last ditch effort, I put my arms up like I was going to twinkle my nose and will her down, and kept saying… come on… come on… JUMP!  You can do it… come on!  Just Jump!  Whitty’s got a special treat for you!  I’m sure I looked like the biggest fool on the planet to the passers-by, but I did not want to have to call in reinforcements… and I KNEW that bitty kitty could do it… she just had to try.  After about 10 minutes of me trying to coax the thing down with my upraised magical arms, the little thing finally got the nerve up and jumped… more like fell when it was trying to shimmy down the trunk… and I caught her… NOT!!!!  Of course I missed her, but I scooped her right up from off the ground, her heart beating 8 billion miles per minute, and I calmed her down until she was purring and happy again.

That bitty kitty taught me a thing or three that day… I’m attempting all sorts of things on this Mission:  Get A Life journey I’m on and sometimes they’re scary and sometimes I get stuck up a tree with no escape route… but there’s always someone there willing to help me down… and sometimes I just need to throw caution to the wind, turn off the swirling “what ifs” floating around my brain and just JUMP!!

Bitty kitty went to live in her new home on Tuesday morning.  She will be loved there and the 10-year-old girl will get to have a buddy for years to come.  I will miss her cute little mews and adventuresome ways, but she’s getting the better end of the deal not having to look at my blender hair every morning!  Bye, bitty kitty…

Question of the Day:  Would you consider yourself a person who just climbs up a tree with no escape route or are you more of the planning the escape route before you climb type? 

Bitty kitty and I after the death defying stunt rescue… excuse the blender hair…


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