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Outside of the Box: Breakfast

Thanks to those who came out today to start 2013 OUTSIDE of the Box with me! As always it was delicious fun. On the menu: Fruit Seed Wheat Berry Bowls and Open Faced Egg Tomato Sandwiches.

Oh, what a surprise to have Mary who I met at LA Fitness a couple of days ago, Donna a client from Northwest Personal Training, June and her daughter Jessica I met them in the store during my holiday promo, Ginger who I haven’t seen in umpteen years and her son, and all of my loyal followers!

Again, I say, I LOVE what I do!

The ingredients

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The crowd

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Moi having just too much fun!

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Fruit Seed Wheat Berry Bowl – my fav breakfast!

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Served! Open Faced Egg Tomato Sandwiches

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Chrisetta Mosley

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!