Our thoughts are very powerful. “What we think, we become.” I try to only think positive thoughts. I try to surround myself with positive, encouraging people. By doing so, I stay, well, positive.

Y’all know I’m a huge professional tennis fan. I love the sport, and admire the fortitude it takes to play at that level. The mental, physical. Every time when the player’s take the court it’s just them against their opponent — kinda like life, there’s just YOU.

A couple of weeks ago, Andy Murray finally won a Grand Slam title. A month prior he won the Gold in singles at the Olympics. It’s been a long time coming for him. He’s been battling against the top ranked players for several years now with no title. Yet, he continued to walk out on the court and give it his all. He’s even had to change coaches a few times. That must be tough on the psyche. Then there’s the naysayers (myself included) who counted him out, never believed he was going to win. I didn’t even watch the final because I thought for sure he’d lose. When I saw the final score I was SHOCKED, but also so very happy for him. Actually, I found myself crying. What a beautiful thing — to NEVER give up on yourself. To always believe in yourself. No matter what anyone else thinks. Wow. That’s awesome. Congrats, Andy!

After Andy’s victory, I thought about all the people who have supported me and my endeavors (I’ve had a lot of them). Then there’s the folks who didn’t quite support my ideas, couldn’t really grasp the depth of my vision. That’s cool. I’m thankful for them too because really at the end of the day It doesn’t matter much what anyone else thinks. It’s what I think. It’s what I believe. Like Andy Murray, I’ve been counted out by some folks, but I believe in myself so I just keep playing to win.


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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