Young 'Uns: Outside of the Box

Again, I say, I love what I do!

Yesterday, I hosted my first ever cooking class for the kiddos.
My goal is to teach ’em early how to use whole foods to make delicious, simple snacks and meals. OUTSIDE of the Box! Yesterday’s menu: Fresh fruit cups (apples, oranges, and bananas), Blueberry Banana Kale Smoothies, and Bean and Cheese Burritos.

Invaluable lessons —
I showed them basic kitchen techniques and utensils.
We talked about the importance of nourishing our bodies with real food and when the fun was over everyone pitched in to help clean.

Here’s a look-see at the delicious fun!

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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!

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