Fitness and Wellness talk

For the month of February, I’ve been busy, busy at Clark College lecturing for Health classes.

I started the month with Health lectures and concluded the month with motivational talks for Health and Physical Education classes. Seriously!This has got to be the coolest “job” ever! I love sharing my story in hopes to motivate and inspire others. My story is more than about weight loss it’s applicable to life — believing in yourself, hard work, making adjustments, and never giving up.

Yesterday, I had the pleasure of delivering back-to-back lectures for HPE 258: Fitness and Wellness. Super-duper cool! Here’s a look-see at the photos:

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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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