I’m operating on a -5. Anyone who knows me, knows how passionate and enthusiastic I am — especially when I believe in something, I get pumped UP. My voice raises and I just get to talk…talk….talking. Whew! I get that from my dad’s side – The Mosley’s. My dad jokingly says I’m reserved and that I’m really operating on -5, go figure. Anyway, I’m really, really super passionate about my bid for a healthy, fit lifestyle. And, I want to share that passion. I do that in a number of ways: blogging, motivational speaking, cooking classes, speaking to anyone and everyone that will listen, Facebook, etc.

Daily, I’m trying to make connections to promote my ideas for healthy living to the community. I have tons of connections and plenty of folks who believe in my ideas, which I’m grateful for, but not everyone is as passionate about trying to do the same things. Sometimes it’s frustrating. Sometimes I get discouraged. I think I have great ideas. I want to share my knowledge and help people. I pitch my ideas all the time and then I get no call back, no respond to my emails, or I get told not at this time or just no. I’ve come to the realization that my passion, my beliefs, my desires are just that — mine. Surely, folks may share some of my passion to a certain extent, but not quite my way. I’m operating on a -5, which for most people is off the richter scale.

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!