5 or 50
I have the pleasure of sharing my story and speaking with lots and lots of women. When I started my bid to fitness and weight loss I was surprised at how many “normal size” women called me their inspiration. I always thought…She’s slim. How could the fat girl be the one to inspire her? It took me a while, but I came to realize it’s my spirit, my go-get it attitude. No matter my size, I am always willing to put myself out there — with words through actions.
I’m just about 60 pounds shy of my goal weight. Yay! The closer, however, I get to my goal. Sadly, the more unsatisfied I seem to become with my looks. I look in the mirror and think, really? It’s the internal demons. The negative space. I blog about it all the time because it’s very, very important. More important than how much I weigh. It’s more important than how much you weigh. Ladies, we have to silence these negative thoughts. We have to embrace who we are beyond our looks. I’ve learned from you as you’ve learned from me. I’ve come to the conclusion, it doesn’t make any difference if you are five pounds or fifty pounds overweight. It’s the internal stuff. Ladies, health and wellness starts from within. If you can’t love yourself, and find peace within yourself. Than no matter what size you are or how much you weigh you will still struggle with yourself.
Stop! Stop obsessing over: Your weight, your looks, and every bite you put in your mouth. Stop looking at her, and wishing you had legs like her. Hair like her. I’m betting you she’s looking at someone else thinking the same thoughts. Start seeing yourself as beautiful, strong, capable. While you’re at it, allow yourself to enjoy a chocolate chip cookie every now and then. Start today!
From “Stop The Insanity!”
We are women in wellness.
We are women in health.
We are women in wanting to look and feel better.
We are all sisters in wanting to change.
A couple of weeks ago when I was in my workout rut, to help me refocus I checked out some books from the library. I stumbled across this blast from the past Susan Powter’s “Stop The Insanity!” I was surprised that her and I have a similar style and have a lot of the same theories.
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!