As October comes to a close, I’m encouraged. There were a couple of snags this month, but I’ve come to learn — what’s for me is for me. I don’t have to force or try to manufacture things. So the business deals that didn’t go through. Oh well. People who come in and out of my life. Toodles. I don’t want to seem flip about it, but it is what it is. The universe works it all out.

Here’s the positive from October:

  • Hosted two successful cooking classes
  • Delivered my third motivational speech
  • Six weeks into the Fitness Trainer Program
  • Over 13,000 visitors to the blog
  • <li> featured a blog post, “Sugar: Don’t be fooled.”

  • 325 + FB “likes”
  • Dates booked into March 2012
  • Officially received notice that I’ll teach a series of
    classes beginning January 2012
  • Secured my biggest speaking venue to date for February 2012
  • Working on a super delicious project — details soon to be
  • I’m healthy, vibrant, and loved

I don’t sweat the small stuff. What’s for me is for me. I’m right where I’m suppose to be doing exactly what I should be doing. Ain’t nothin’ gonna break my stride. Bye-bye, October you were good to me. Looking forward to November.

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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