Thank ya!
Hold up. Wait a minute. Pause.
Thank ya. Thank ya. Thank ya. Sometimes I get caught up. Sometimes I need to slow down. Sit still.
First and foremost, to God for all of His gifts and blessings. To everyone who supports, encourages me to be more, want more, and NEVER give up. And for those who get in my way — thank you too. Sometimes I get to comfortable.
- To everyone who has purchased a copy of Shop, Cook, Eat: Outside of the Box and supported the movement — thank you! I’ve sold nearly 500 copies! Yes, 500 copies with no distributor, no publisher. Thank ya! A big shout out to my dear friend Katina in Atlanta, GA — my no.1 fan. She bought several copies and has been selling them to her fellow workout buddies. I’m on the
map! - 32,000 + visitors to the blog.
- More than 400 Facebook ‘Likes”.
- Calendar booked with speaking engagements, cooking classes, you name it all the way into 2013.
- Last, but most importantly, I”m healthy, fit — spiritually, emotionally, mentally, and physically.
Thank ya! I’m so very grateful, thankful for EVERYTHING. “The greatest attitude of all is gratitude.”
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!