Day 7: Holiday Samplin' & Signin'
Happy Holidays! Today, I wrapped up my Holiday Samplin’ & Signin’ campaign at Chuck’s Produce & Street Market. I sampled lots of good food, signed and sold lots of cookbooks.
Every day was different. Every day brought about lots of women, men, and children. Over the course of several weeks, I’ve had great conversations with you. Some of you already knew me from here, there, everywhere, some of you read about me in The Columbian newspaper, some of you are enrolled in “Food and Your Health” at Clark College, and some of you never heard of me before. No matter how our encounter began we always talked about food, grocery shopping, and eating OUTSIDE of the Box! I learned that a number of you are already OUTSIDE of the Box and those who aren’t quite there yet are eager to take the steps to get there! I am impressed and inspired by you all.
Thank you for your support. Thank you for your willingness to try my OUTSIDE of the Box concept and ultimately take control of your health.
Happy Shopping, Cooking, and Eating OUTSIDE of the Box!~Chrisetta
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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!