Hey, you! There's no food in your grocery cart

I cringe when I’m grocery shopping and I peek in someone’s cart to find an assortment of packaged so-called food – CRAP. The sad part is I’m almost certain the person is not aware that they aren’t buying food. Sometimes I have a suspicion based on the selection of crappy items in the cart the shopper feels as if they are buying healthy items (e.g. Yoplait yogurt, Nutri-Grain waffles, diet soda – really). This so-called food was produced in mass quantities in a production warehouse. It can’t be healthy or good for you. Please just take a minute. Pause. Think about it.

Food companies make lots of claims about their products being healthy, but here’s the truth of the matter — most are not. This is advertisement at it’s finest folks. If you are buying mostly items that are packaged in a box or container, and can be purchased with coupons than you are more than likely not eating food. Coupons are just another form of advertising. Ingenious advertising. Oh and warehouse giants such as: Costco. Shake my head. Pharmacies, gas station convenient stores. Oh my goodness.

Sorry, to burst your bubble. But, real food: Fresh vegetables, fruit, grains, lean protein, nuts, and seeds – don’t boast any claims to be healthy or fat-free. Real food speaks for itself. Besides, farmers of real food don’t have the advertising dollar to make such claims. You won’t find coupons in the Sunday paper for real food and there is no buy one get one (BOGO) free deals on Kale.

So much to say about this HUGE subject. I’m running out of time this morning though. I promise we’ll revisit it soon, real soon.

Mark your calendars!
Saturday, April 21st, 1 – 4 p.m.
Cascade Park Community Library
FRESH The Movie
After viewing the film we will discuss our thoughts…It’s time to really start thinking and caring about our food and the environment.

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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