Found
Found: The gal with the go get it spirit at the gym.
She’s been spotted at: Northwest Personal Training, 24 Hour Fitness Columbia Tech, walking the hilly Mt.Tabor Park, and today there was a sighting of her laughing, shaking hips, stomping feet to “Boogie Wonderland” in Rodney’s Funky Rhythms class at Firstenburg Community Center.
It’s been a while, but after stringing together two solid weeks of workouts consisting of a variety of classes in a few different locations — I’m baaaaaaaaaaaaack!
Over the past few months, I’ll admit I had lost my way a little, but I want to make sure I’m clear — I never, ever had given up. Battling obesity is a hard gig so sometimes these types of breaks are necessary. My health and wellness can’t be measured in days, weeks, or months. I’ve made a conscious effort to change my life for the better — I want this healthy lifestyle forever. Today, I am refocused, refreshed, renewed and ready to go to the next level.
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Thanks to the search and rescue team for finding and revitalizing me.
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!