Blueprint
I’m always thinking. Masterminding. I’ve never been one to ponder things over extensively. Usually once an idea has entered my mind I act on it. Sometimes acting on impulse is not a good thing. Case in point, the sleek, black iPhone I just ordered a couple of weeks ago needs to be packaged up and sent back this morning. I really had no business taking on a added expense like that, it’s been fun while it lasted.
While making impulse purchases is not a good thing, putting my thoughts into action is. Once my mind is set on something I do it. Never have I been the type of person to over-think things. I know what I want and I usually understand what steps are required to go after it. My friends and family jokingly say I’m always drawing up “blueprints.” Yesterday, when I was role playing in class as Wellness Coach for my final exam it was noted that I seemed to move the client to the action stage to quickly. I didn’t fully allow the client to explore their ideas instead I was eager for them to put their thoughts to action. It doesn’t really matter if you act swiftly on your thoughts or if you take your time. What matters is that you act. Mentally draw your blueprint and execute.
“Never worry about action, but only inaction.” ~ Winston Churchill
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!