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I’m well acquainted with doubt. It’s weaved through my life so seamlessly that it’s a part of the fiber of my being. It’s settled itself into my head space like a giant poisonous vine, wrapping it’s tenticles into the crevices and holding on for dear life. Doubt lived in my brain when I decided to finish my bachelor’s degree 6 years ago. It shouted things like, You won’t stay motivated… you’ll be gung ho for the first 2 semesters and then it will just fizzle out like every other thing you’ve ever done in your life… but it was the thought that counts.

Doubt lived in my brain when I was laid off from my job earlier this year, saying things like, You won’t find a job that pays anything better than minimum wage… who would want to hire an obese person with anxiety, OCD, and awkward issues?

Doubt lives in my brain whenever I try to stick to a healthy lifestyle plan, saying things like, You’re going strong now, but give it a week or two and you’ll be right back where you started… history repeats itself… and you’re the most predictable weight loss/gain patient on the planet.

Doubt is a huge detractor from self-confidence and self-esteem… if you doubt yourself enough, even subconsciously, you eventually believe it. It’s also the most dangerous thing you could feed your brain on a daily basis… like shoving fried foods and sugar and all manner of crap into your body and expecting it to perform the way you need it to.

I have a few things to say to my doubt… I did graduate with my bachelor’s degree at the age of 38 this past May… it took 6 years, but I did it. While we’re proving doubt wrong, I also did find a job that pays more than minimum wage… it may not be my life’s work, but there is proof that I am hireable.

Five weeks ago I started a “healthy habits” challenge. I knew my eating and weight were getting out of control, so one day by chance I came across this challenge and immediately signed up without giving it much research. After I’d paid my fee and they’d sent me the details, my heart dropped into my gallbladder. It looked near impossible for me. There was no way I could do all of that at once and be able to stick to it… it wasn’t doable for my personality. It was also restrictive… or in my mindset at the time it was restrictive… because it meant I couldn’t continue to eat 12 pounds of candy and 500 ounces of Diet Dr. Pepper every single day of my life. I wanted to follow a plan that was on the path of least resistence just right of EasyPeasyLemonSqueezy Avenue.

Each day I get a point if I do the following: Exercise at least 30 minutes, No soda (diet or regular), No sugar (except for one time a week), get 7 hours of sleep every night (doesn’t have to be consecutive), don’t eat after 9:00 p.m., keep a food journal every day, check in with my team at least once a day, eat 5 fruits and vegetables, drink at least 64 oz of water, and pre-plan my meals. Each week they also have a bonus point available, this past week it was to use weights during your workout and a previous one was no fast food. At the end of the week we add up our points, weigh ourselves (taking a picture of the number on the scale), and send it to our group leader who then tallies the points and ranks us within our teams. At the end of the 2-month challenge, the most points wins a gift card and the most weight lost wins a gift card. I have surprised myself to all ends of the Earth. Doubt still lives in my brain like that annoying relation who has overstayed their welcome (I don’t have any of those, relations, in case you were wondering), but everyday I have this dogged desire to keep going. I have lost weight, inches, and I feel better than I have for a long time!

To keep myself motivated, I’ve decided to keep a Weight Loss Instagram account. I wasn’t sure I wanted to open it to public, but I figure why not… I have nothing to hide… as this blog has proven time and time again, I am a frigging openly embarrassing book! Take it or leave it! Anyhow… it’s called cravingalife if you want to look me up and follow along. Get thee hence, Doubt… and I mean it this time!

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You are welcome for BoBo as a 2-headed llama riding a llama! You are welcome!


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Where the #*$#@$ Did It Go!?

This is a family blog (though I know approximately negative 8 trillion kids who would just jump for joy at reading such boringness)… I have kindly censored the above-mentioned blog title… I was really going to say, Where the CRAPOLA Did It Go?  But crapola is obviously a word I’ve had my mouth washed out with soap for… totes the truth.  And according to Ralphie from that movie, The Christmas Story… soap mouth washing totally causes blindness.  No wonder my eyesight is so sucktastic!

Sighhhhhhhhh… that was audible…  I actually did sigh really loudly whilst typing that word.  I sigh when I’m at a loss for words… and I’ve been doing it a lot lately.  I’m a bit frustrated with my motivation right now.  It’s pretty null and void… I’m finding more and more excuses to say to heck with the meal plan… and I feel like I have little desire to want to stay on said meal plan.  The exercising thing is still fine… I’ve made that a habit and it’s because I do things I actually enjoy.  Thus, the reason my strength training falls by the wayside more than not… and by wayside… I really mean wayyyyyyyyyy over there, around the corner, 50 miles to the West, and down that big dark pit near Mesquite, Nevada.  What happened to that girl of 2-1/2 years ago who didn’t obsess so much about every little thing she ate… the one who just moved more, ate less, and lost weight by the bucket load?  Where did she go?  Is it because now I actually know way too much crap and my constant obsessing is becoming stifling… bringing out my rebellious teenage streak?  I’d rather just run up and down the streets nekked and get that phase over with.  Sue me.  Also, wear blindfolds and close your curtains.

I’ve learned that when things become stale, it’s mighty beneficial to change things up.  I don’t know what this changing things up thing is going to entail… maybe I can spend 45 minutes per day giving myself a bear hug and patting myself on the back whilst reciting inspirational posters.  I’ll be sure to do that on the roof nekked… again… blindfolds are strongly suggested.  Maybe I need to back off the obsessing wagon or… or… I really don’t know what the answer is, but I’m going to think about it… and pray about it… and probably eat 2 cookies… and I’ll call y’all in the morning!  😛  Not literally, but you catch my drift.

In the meantime, I saw this crafty idea on Pinterest (I had branched out from my usual recipe finding one day) and I thought it might be a fun way to motivate… so I made them… with every noncrafty bone I have in my body, I made them.

Of course, the only way it would be motivational is if I could move some of them purpley rocky things from the pounds to go jar to the pounds lost jar.  For serious!  It’s looking way too lonely over there.  Siiiiigggghhhhh… onward and upward my friends.  Persistence is my motto and by crapola and high water I’ve persisted my butt off for years now… and I aim to persist until there’s no more persisting to be had!  Mark my words!

Question of the Day:  Do you have any motivation tricks?  Fun ideas, crafts, methods of butt kicking… but nice butt kicking?  


PS – 😦  Evil struck again.  Prayers and thoughts sent to the victims of the shooting in Wisconsin… what a sad, tragic day.  😦


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Persistence… It’s What’s For Dinner…

Y’all MUST remember that beef commercial… beef, it’s what’s for dinner!  Excuse you… this is a vegetarian blog… take your steer talk elsewhere!  That had nothing to do with anything, except to explain where I got this blog title and it really makes no sense at all, but y’all I’ve been writing this blog for over a year now and have yet to make much sense… why start now?

A few months back, we went to the tulip festival in SLC… I blogged about it here.  We were driving around trying to find where this shindig was, thought we’d found it, parked, and went into a gift shop to ask where we’d buy tickets.  The lady at the counter just stared at us like we’d pulled up in a covered wagon complete with buffalo chips hanging out our bonnets.  Obviously this was not anywhere near the right place.  No matter… Lindsay had to use the lady’s room and so I poked around the gift shop acting like I was interested in buying smelly sachets for my dresser drawer and classical music CDs.  HIGH BROW!  Little did front desk lady know how low brow I could go!

While I was perusing, I came across this plaque and I knew why I’d happened to come here.  Of all the wrong places I could have ended up, it needed to be here… right in this high brow gift shop… just to read this plaque… I’m confident of that.  It summed up in just a few short sentences what I’ve been saying all along for the last 2-1/2 years now.  Persistence, not perfection has ALWAYS been my biggest motto… and here it was staring me in the face… buffalo chipped bonnet and all!

THANK YOU!!!!!!  No words have ever given me more comfort than those on this here plaque.  Success, no matter what it is you’re trying to succeed in, has nothing to do with talent, smarts, riches, etc., but everything to do with persisting until you get what it is you’re working toward.  PERIOD.  End. Of. Story.  I was too cheap to purchase this sucker… it was like 8 billion dollars… but they’d throw in a free smelly sachet!!!  Instead, cheap wadder over here is going to make her own dang sign.  This thing needs to be hung up and reread… over and over and over.

Question of the Day:  Do you have a favorite quote that keeps you persisting?  



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The Fat Lady Ain’t Sung Yet…

I’ve been asked by a hand full of MFP folks to discuss the difference between an atom and a molecule (coughcoughNOBODYCAREScoughcough) how I keep from backsliding on this weight loss journey.  The answer is fairly simple… take notes… paper and pen ready?  I DON’T!  I don’t keep from backsliding because I do backslide.  I can count on less than 2 hands how many pounds I’ve lost since January of this year.  It’s a slooooooooowwwww and arduous process this weight thing of late.  The difference between the newer Whitney and the old Whitney is that the new Whitney knows what this is… it’s my life.  This ain’t no temporary diet where everything is restricted to the maximum and I only eat 800 calories a day and then barf up at least 400 of those.  This isn’t a temporary diet where all I eat is lettuce leaves and cut out all processed foods and never eat anything with more than 2 grams of fat and life as I know it is over the moment a piece of chocolate crosses my lips.  It’s my life… and my life needs to be lived and enjoyed and there needs to be joy and hard work and fun.   Period… end of story.

If I had heard someone say this to me before the life thing “clicked” with me would I have done things differently… would I have gotten to this frame of mind sooner?  Doubtful.  I think it’s a process that is individual to each person and one day that little switch in the ole brainium is going to flicker on and you’ll be all like… Ohhhhhhh… is that how I need to do it!?  And then the heavens will open up and Kenny Loggins will sing Teddy Bear Corner whilst the angels do a jig in the background.  Oops… my bad… that was my weird dream from 3 nights ago.

I don’t think it’s realistic to say you will start your lifestyle change by cutting out everything you love… no fried foods, no sugar, no carbs, no joy.  It’s not  realistic.  To go from one end of the spectrum, eating fast food every day 3 times a day, to the other end of the spectrum, eating organically-grown turnip roots watered by the sparkling fountain of Athena, is about as probable as saying you’ll go to bed one day weighing 500 pounds and wake up the next morning having scored the gig of the newest twig-thin fashion model in NYC.  It’s just stupid!

Baby steps.

Forever and ever and ever… baby steps.

How about tackling one healthier goal per week or month.  Instead of saying I won’t… how about you say I will.  For example… make a vow that you will eat at least one vegetable a day for a week.  Sure, it’s not the recommended 3 to 5 fruits and veggies a day… but when your weekly vegetables included the lettuce they put on the Big Mac… that’s a huge step.  The next week you can add in another healthy goal… and another and another… until you find that you actually like the way you feel when you’ve accomplished those little things.

Secondly… sit back… shut up… and realize this thing is going to take some time.  The time is going to pass anyway… put it to good use slowly changing your brainium holder… the way you think is by far and away the hugest hurdle to cross.  Realize that there will be frustrations and backslides and times where you don’t lose a pound for months and months and months… but you keep going because this is your life and you can’t quit your life.  There is no such thing as failing at a lifestyle change.  Because you’ve changed… you may backslide on occasions or go back to the previous way of thinking… but that’s a temporary stint on your road because you have so much more to accomplish before you hit that ultimate goal of being at peace with yourself.  Because, really… the ultimate goal for any of us trying to lose weight is not the number on the scale… it’s about being comfortable in our skin… and there’s never a time limit for that.  Head up… feet moving… you got this.

Question of the Day:  What’s the one “healthy” goal you are going to make for yourself this week?  



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A Few Reminders…

Quote day… mostly because I’m tired… but also because I needed these reminders and maybe some of you need them as well.  If you don’t, go back to bed… napping makes the world go round!

This first one was sent to me by my pal, Lissa aka Avster… thank you for the reminder, Avy Sue!

VERY important to remember… even if it feels like it’s been tied to me my whole life… it’s not everything about me!

This other one was sent to me by Madre… most likely from one of her Pinterest perusings!  Thank you, Madre!

No regrets, friends… Onward and upward!



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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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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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Motivation Shmotivation… That Is the Question!

I’ve been asked by a few people to say a few words about motivation.  Okay… here it goes:  A few words about motivation.  Phew… glad that’s over with.

In all seriousness… what is motivation?  Whitney’s Redneck Dictionary defines it as the mind’s constant desire to eat cupcakes, when the brain is eating spinach.  That totes made sense in the cupcake portion of my brain.  Don’t spend all day thinking about that definition… it don’t make a cripe of sense!

All my life long, motivation has been the hardest thing to conquer.  Do not get me wrong, there is no flim flamming way that I’ve conquered this whole motivation bizness… but I think I have a handle on it enough to fake my way through it when the going gets tough… add motivation to that mix and the tough get going!  So, how after 2 years of weight loss do I have the motivation to keep going everyday, especially when it seems I still have such a long way to go?  There are a couple of things I have to constantly shove through my head space to make them stick.

1.  One day at a time.  Forever and ever and ever and ever!  You can handle ANYTHING for one day… and then you have to wake up the next day and start the same thought process all over again.  None of this sitting around daydreaming your future wayyyyy down the road and then getting all depressed because it’s so far away and you’ll never be able to make it and blah, blah, blah, blah.  STOP THE INSANITY, Richard Simmons’ Fanny Pack!  Live in the moment… work on you today.  And if today’s a bust… go to bed and wake up the next morning… then, work on you today.  There will always be another day… so don’t beat yourself the heck up!

2.  Perspective.  I have to admit that a lot of the reason I failed at my past weight loss attempts was because it was just so overwhelming to think that I had 350 pounds to lose to even hit an acceptable weight range.  350 was a higher number than I knew how to count to!  That’s going to frigging take 8 billion years!  I’m already bored just thinking about it!  And then I went ahead and quit before I even started.  LAME SAUCE!  If you’re focusing on one day at a time, celebrating all the small victories and successes along the way (put the food away… booze is the way we calorizers celebrate… JOKES), the time will FLY by and before you know it you’ve lost 228 pounds and only have 122 pounds of those 350 pounds left to lose.  (Insert your weight numbers accordingly).

3.  Realize you will make mistakes.  My definition of the word “mistake” is the only way a person knows he/she is human!  I’d much rather be a human than say… an alien or one of those fruit flies whose first and only mistake means they’re dead.  Because I’m human, I’ll make mistakes, I’ll learn from those mistakes, and then I’ll try to do it differently the next time.  Don’t beat yourself up for the small stuff.  You don’t undo 2 years of hard work with a few bad months here and there.

4.  Habit.  They say if you do something 7 times in a row, it automatically becomes habit.  Firstly, who is “they” and why do they say so much?  There are no actual credentials for these “they” people.  Schedule exercising into your day… just like you’d schedule a shower or a nose picking session… and then do something you enjoy.  I would never schedule my exercising in the mornings because I hate mornings and that would mean I’d get 2 hours of sleep per night instead of 4.  Setting myself up for failure right there!  So, I schedule it in the evening and because I’ve been doing it for so long, it’s now a habit and because it’s now a habit, the times I don’t exercise I find I miss it.  Annoying, right!?  You don’t need much motivation if it’s an already engrained habit!

I don’t look back on the last few years as this grueling process of dungeon living and war battles and dinosaurs suffocating my brain… I look back at it as a proud achievement.  I did that.  No one may be able to tell a difference in the way I look, but I feel alive and free and like I could fly (whoops… too many mushrooms for dinner tonight).

Question of the Day:  What’s your biggest hold up when it comes to keeping motivated?


I drive by this little tractor dude on one of my bike routes and I finally just had to stop and take a picture of him.  He reminded me of eeyore from the tractor world!  Yes, I’m now talking about tractors as living objects… get used to it!


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