I’m guessing that about right here is where most folks would give up. Throw in the towel. It’s too hard, frustrating. It’s not happening fast enough. You’re eating right and have a solid workout regimen. It’s been two weeks now. What gives? Ha. All jokes aside.

I’ve been plateaued for several months now. Well, I did lose three pounds a few weeks ago, but that’s a small drop in the bucket. This is a hard spot. It’s pivotal. Two choices: Fold or persevere. If you fold you can guarantee you will never get there. You can’t get there without being here. Being here and staying here for a while is a choice. And, then there’s being here, right here, and finding strategies to get through these challenging plateau periods.

My response to my body’s latest plateau: I’ve sought a team of personal trainers (Northwest Personal Training) to assist me with my workout routines and I am refocusing my attention to my eating habits. Plateaus are our bodies way of saying uh…I need you to do something different. I have your workout and eating habits figured out.

News flash: Fitness and weight loss don’t just happen. They require work. Lots of hard work. Consistency. Determination. Tenacity.

Think about the ripped guy at the gym. He didn’t get those pecks overnight. Did he have challenges? You bet he did. But, he stayed with it. Yours truly, didn’t lose 170 pounds overnight. I’ve had to work through all sorts of obstacles. But, I’ve never given up. I just find a different way.

Folks, take it from yours truly, there are no magic pills when it comes to fitness and weight loss. Hard work, patience, and a never give up attitude is what it takes. I’m guessing, right here is where you are highly motivated to make the commitment to your fitness and weight loss goals.

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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