Just enough

Now-a-days food portions are out of control. We simply overconsume. A kid’s meal, for instance, from a restaurant is actually an adult size serving. We have super-sized ourselves to the point of an obesity epidemic. Heavy sigh. Don’t get me wrong, I still like to enjoy certain things that are not-catergorized as healthy, but I’m always mindful of the portion.

One of my indulgences is Haagen-Dazs coffee ice cream. So creamy and so good. Now, that I’m calorie and health conscious, I was thrilled to see Haagen-Dazs has created a tiny 3.6 ounce carton. What an adorable little package. Every once and a while when I feel like having a little ice cream I reach for one of the itty bitty cartons. I enjoy my ice cream guilt free and I’m always fully satisfied afterwards. 3.6 ounces is just enough.

Chrisetta Mosley

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!