What’s for dinner?
I’ve been having a taste for…Spaghetti with meat sauce. So, I gave in. It’s okay every once in a while to indulge. The main thing is to not overindulge and of course to make it at home in your very own kitchen using whole ingredients. I’ve never been one to make substitutes like broccoli instead of pasta. Or light sour cream instead of sour cream. I just go for it and eat less (sometimes). I did make an exception and served the hearty meat sauce over whole wheat pasta. To round out the meal: A garden green salad and crusty Italian bread. Now, that’s Sunday dinner, OUTSIDE of the Box!
Chrisetta Mosley
I am a product – and now a survivor – of childhood obesity. As a child, my family always told me that my extra weight was merely baby fat and I’d eventually grow out of it. I never did. Instead, my childhood is filled with memories of not being able to ride a bike, flattening its training wheels from being over the recommended weight, and avoiding P.E. classes by any means necessary. For years, I wore my fatness like a wounded soldier wears a Purple Heart - with pride. I owned the look. I dressed it up. I worked the room. There wasn't a skinny girl who intimidated me. I made sure my hair was laid just right. Nails polished. Outfits coordinated to the tee. Accessories to compliment every outfit. But everyone has a breaking point, and mine came in the spring of 2004 when I tipped the scale at nearly 400 pounds 388 to be exact. I was MISERABLE trapped inside of that body. I no longer wore my Purple Heart with pride. Rather, I was ashamed and frightened. Ashamed that I had allowed food to become my everything – frightened I would die because of it. Drastic times called for drastic measures... Today, I’m bound and determined to live a better, healthier, active lifestyle. I realize I’m no longer a passenger in my life, I’m the driver. I’m overcoming my inhibitions and I’m slowly but surely saying farewell to my old childhood nemesis, obesity. For once and for all, Farewell Fatso!