Lucky
When I lost the marketing assistant job I held in 2009 I was confused and distraught. I kept finding myself unemployed and I really didn’t understand why. My girlfriend, Carmen — rest in peace, said to me “Maybe you’re not supposed to work in marketing. Maybe you’re not supposed to work a traditional job.” I thought, nonsense… I have a degree in Journalism with a background in Marketing Communications, and I like what I do. Fast forward 2012: Man, oh man Carmen was right!
Today, I do everything I love. There’s no job description for what I do. I’m OUTSIDE of the Box. A typical day in the life of Chrisetta could include any combination:
- Blog
- Update Facebook (multiple times throughout the day)
- Work out
- Host cooking classes
- Facilitate groups
- Speak to crowds
- Author cookbooks
- Gather goods to create fresh meals
- Cook delicious meals for myself
- Marketing Communications / Journalism
- Etc., Etc., Etc.
Everything I do is on my own schedule. I pick and chose the events I participate in. Most of the time I plan my events in my pajamas from the confines of my home. I can chat on the phone with my girlfriends while I work. If I get tired of working, I can take a walk, a nap, or close it down completely. I don’t have all the stressors of working for someone else. I have time to take care of myself — cooking from scratch, resting well, and exercising. What’s more, I get to share with people. Help people. There’s no greater feeling.
“You seem to be having so much fun when I peek in there (kitchen classroom)!” Margaret a cashier at Chuck’s observed. A fellow workout buddy said” You are lucky to be able to do what you do. Most people don’t get to do what they love.”
I’d have to agree. I am lucky. I’m not supposed to work a traditional job. Instead, I’m supposed to have fun sharing my passion for good food, life, health and fitness with you!
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!