Yesterday’s blog post was about my need to prioritize. My battle with obesity and creating, living a healthy life comes with all sorts of twists and turns. So I was thinking about the message I delivered last week. I urged my audience to make adjustments, stay the course, and believe in self. I’ve been in this situation before when life seems overwhelming and I’ve always made the necessary adjustments. Folks, I can proudly say I practice what I preach.

Here’s the ending snippet of my speech:

I’m asked this question, all the time…What keeps you motivated?

My answer, I want to win. I treat my battle with obesity and challenges in life like a tennis match. For years, my serve was weak and I often left the court on the losing end. But, no longer. Ladies and gentlemen, call me Victor. Because victory is mine.

As I conclude remember:

Hard work, making adjustments, staying the course, and believing in yourself are all key ingredients to being successful.

Like Winston Churchill said: Never, never, never, never, never give up.

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!

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