Information Overload
Enough already. In pursuit of health, wellness, and a slimmer, fitter body folks offer me advice all the time. I’m open to suggestions, feedback, new ideas and sometimes I seek the information. Currently, however, I feel inundated with information. What to eat. What not to eat. Whey Protein or Soy Protein. Agave or sugar. How much water should I drink. How to exercise. How not to exercise. To squat or not to squat. How much sleep do I need. The debates over how to eat healthy and live well go on and on. The opinions are varied and the sources unlimited.
Today, with the internet, social media, and access to 24 hour news — oh and health coaches, nutritionists, etc. Information is available at the ready and sometimes I’m not ready. It’s difficult to discern what’s right, what’s best. Sometimes I just want to scream. Aaaaaaaaaaaa. I just did.
Seriously, I don’t want to think so hard about it. I just want to eat food — real food, exercise, and have some fun! My dad always says life is suppose to be fun. Think back to childhood days and how you would play freely. Okay, so maybe we can’t go revert to that extreme, but you get my drift. Sometimes I think we are over-thinking this whole healthy lifestyle thing. I don’t think it has to be or should be so complicated. I’m sticking to the basics: Eat food — real food, drink water, exercise, rest, and for goodness sake have some fun! Join me why don’t you?
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!