Pinned
I spent all of Saturday, really, all of Saturday, pinning photos to Pinterest. I would have never thought it could be so addicting!
I’ve heard about and seen photos from Pinterest for a while now, but never really thought much about creating my own account. Recently, a couple people have mentioned maybe I should showcase my food photos on Pinterest. So, finally I done just that.
Funny thing is after I spent the entire day posting board after board and pinning photo after photo. I started actually browsing other folks Pinterest pages. After peeking around for a while I noticed that their pages looked nothing like mine. They had photos of lots of different stuff, from more than one category, and from lots of different people. I set my page up with ONLY my photos, my food photos.
After browsing I surmised the concept of Pinterest was not to ONLY share my photos, but more about me finding other photos that I liked and repinning them. Ha. I laughed hysterically at myself and then left the page as is. Sure, I may now and then repin photos if I find them appealing, fun, or interesting. But, I kinda like my page the way it is. Besides, I’ve always been more of a leader than a follower. What can I say? I’m OUTSIDE of the Box in all aspects, including Pinterest.
I’m here, there, everywhere in the community sharing my love for good food with you and NOW on Pinterest too!
Interested in following me on social media? Here’s a link to my accounts:
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!