Clark College: Steps OUTSIDE of the Box II
I’m beaming with pride. Over the course of two weeks, I held four grocery store tours/cooking classes and successfully helped 100 Clark College “Food and Your Health” students step OUTSIDE of the Box!
The students have been using my cookbook for the last several weeks. The store tour and cooking class were the next steps in helping the students see just how simple shopping, cooking, and eating fresh, real food is. I even converted many of them into Brussels Sprouts lovers. How cool is that? Super-cool!
Thank you Clark College for believing in me and Chuck’s Produce & Street Market for welcoming us into your beautiful store!
Clark College is OUTSIDE of the Box!
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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!