Where everybody knows my name

This morning, we welcomed Hunter to the team. The Northwest Personal Training team. He started working out with us on Friday. Today, was his first cycling class. I learned all this from our warm-up together. ‘Cause that’s the way we roll. It’s an intimate setting. We all take time to get to know each others names and a little or a lot about each other.

In early March, when I started working out with NWPT I was coming from a big corporate gym. I was burnt out on the scene and was losing motivation (only a little). The smaller, intimate studio has been the change that I needed. Small group classes (more like group personal training) and trainers who not only know their stuff, but know my name too. “Hey, Chrisetta.”

They also know my background. So they make sure to modify some exercises for my still healing fractured leg. If I miss class (never) they’ll follow up with me to make sure everything’s alright. If my form is a little off — they’re right there to help.

It’s not just the trainers. It’s the folks that train alongside me. During class we encourage one another. Root for one another. Feed off each others energy. It’s the coolest thing. We all are in this together working towards fitness and health.

It’s no wonder we are all excited. It’s contagious. It comes from the leader of the pack, Sherri. She promotes fitness beyond the studio. She promotes a lifestyle. It’s not just about the few hours a week that we’re in the studio. It’s more. She keep us engaged. Interested. Cycling and Hiking clubs, Running /Walking Events, Nutrition Seminars, Fitness Challenges…

I could keep on and on about NWPT and their awesomeness. I’ll just end by saying, if I have to workout, and I do. I wanna workout at NWPT, where everybody knows my name.

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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