Healthy Cooking 101: Pepper Steak served with Quinoa

I’m super-excited to share my passion for good, wholesome food with others. It’s awesome to see the response over the last few weeks at my cooking classes. Seems to me people are really interesting in bringing cooking back home. I’ve got the feeling folks are hungry for more. There were six repeat participants in yesterday’s class.

I love gazing out at a room full of food enthusiasts. Eager. Asking questions. Taking notes. Excited about rushing home to prepare the recipes themselves.

Yesterday’s class brought together another spectacular group.

- A mother brought her elementary aged daughter and her   
  little girlfriend.
- Mother and adult daughter. Spending the afternoon together.
- Friends who hadn't seen each other in a while, catching up.
- Friends just hanging out with one another.
- Lovers. Sharing the afternoon.
- And, then there were those who came by themselves, but     
  made a friend or two while there.

I so love what I do! I’m bringing “Cooking Back.”

Take a peek at the photos here: Farewell Fatso!

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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