March Mellow
After a fabulous, but busy February, I’m going to mellow it out in March. I’ve been out and about in the community spreading my love for good wholesome food, sharing my story, signing cookbooks, and having a grand time mingling with folks. I am so fortunate to be able to do all the things I love: Write, speak, and cook. As much as I love what I do. I also realize the importance of taking care of numero uno.
With that said, my calendar for the month of March is empty. No Healthy Cooking 101 classes or speaking events. Time to refocus on my weight loss and fitness goals: Rein it in. Presumably I should be able to do it all, but I’m still working on figuring out how to balance. No worries, I’ll still be blogging, updating Facebook, and working on future events. I already have a couple of events on my April calendar, but I’m gonna leave March Madness to the college folks for moi it’s March Mellow.
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New to the blog this month on Friday’s — I’ll add either a recipe of the week or food item of the week. Look for it at the top left corner of the blog home page.
Starting next week, I’ll start writing the “Stewards of the Earth” series. First up, sustainability.
Mark your calendars — Saturday, April 21st 1 – 4 p.m. a viewing of FRESH The Movie at Cascade Park Library.
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!