I’ll be speaking at the Vancouver Community Library on Saturday. So, I thought it would be a good idea to actually see the room I’m due to speak in. You know, get the lay of the land. Perform a sound check. Okay, maybe a little high maintenance. But, I wanna make sure I’m all set to go. I don’t want to be flustered right before speaking.

Wow! I started laughing when I walked in the room. The Columbia Room is HUGE! Must be about 2000 sq ft. What was I thinking when I booked it? They offered me the smaller of the rooms, but nooooo I just had to have the big room. What can I say? I think big. Maybe not this Saturday, but certainly in the future I can fill those 135 seats. I’m putting it out in the universe. After all, “What we think we become.”

I want to be an ambassador of health and fitness. I want to share my story in hopes it will help others. Obesity is a big problem. So I have to combat it in a big way. The dates set. The room is ready. All that’s missing is you. Grab a loved one come hear me share my story passionately and I’ll also have tips on how to sustain a healthy lifestyle.

Saturday, June 16th
2 – 3:30 p.m.
Vancouver Community Library in the Columbia Room
901 C Street
Vancouver, WA 98660
(360) 906-5106

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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