Word spin
Choose your words wisely they are meaningful.
“I hate Monday’s,” Okay, so you say those words repeatedly. Monday after Monday. You spend your entire weekend dreading Monday. Monday comes and guess what? Monday is miserable. No wonder. Instead, of dreading Monday. Why not, welcome Monday? It’s a whole new week, a week of possibilities.
I was chatting with a blog follower in the store the other day. Her and I met at one of my events a while ago and now it seems we keep running into each other at the store. Anyway, when she seen me she wanted to go running the other way. She said she didn’t want me to see all the no-nos in her grocery cart. We joked about it. She went on to give me her reasons for the boxed, processed food, “I live by myself so it doesn’t make sense to cook all that food. TV dinners are easier,”
“I’m on a fixed income so it’s just cheaper,” and “Besides, I can’t cook like you.” So, I just affectionately laughed at her and said, “No wonder you can’t. You’ve put up too many mental roadblocks.”
Words carry weight. Case in point, for months, I was saying I needed some space from my 19-year old daughter (I’ve been a single mother her entire life). I just wanted to know what it felt like to only take care of myself. Well, low and behold, I said those words one too many times. Guess what? My baby girl moved out a few months ago. Leaving me devastated. My words caught up to me. When my baby girl left it was a wake up call and since then I’ve really started focusing on my words Today, I’m a firm believer — the words you put out in the universe will come true especially if you say them over again and again.
The same is true for positive thoughts. Today, a lady at the gym asked me how I was doing. My reply, “Excellent.” That’s my standard answer now-a-days even when I’m not in the best of mood.
On the road to a happier, healthier life, I will choose my words wisely. I will think positive thoughts. I encourage you to try it too. Instead, of dreading Monday. Look at every new day as an opportunity, every new week as a possibility. Don’t limit yourself with your words. Remove those mental roadblocks. Happy Monday! This is a new week and it’s full of possibilities and I’m looking forward to it.
It’s all about the spin. The word spin.
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!