Week Three 005

It was nice to see I’m still on the Wall of Success Stories @ 24 Hour Fitness

A hiatus. A bump in the road.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. Now, I’m looking at my calendar, realizing — I haven’t worked out at a gym since November. I know. That’s insane! Since I started my bid to weight loss and fitness three and a half years ago, working out had become like breathing air for me. But somehow everything else in my life became a priority and time slipped away.

Here’s what I know:

– Life happens. When it does we make adjustments. We grow. We move on. It was a bump in the road, but nothing that I can’t overcome. Heck, I’m the gal who lost 15 pounds while rehabbing a broken leg. This ain’t NOTHING.

– This isn’t a fad. I want to be healthy forever. I don’t measure my success in the span of days, weeks, or months — see previous blog post. This is my life. My entire life. I’ll keep working at being healthy and fit.

– We all need folks in our lives to keep us on track, keep us accountable, and help us be the best we can be. I’m fortunate to have an awesome support system.

Fitness and optimal health require a commitment. I’m committed. I was off track a little bit, but now I’m ready to get back on course. I’ve re-enrolled at 24-Hour Fitness and am ready to get back in action! Plenty of workout updates forthcoming…

I’ll miss my friends at Northwest Personal Training, but this is the best choice for me, right now.

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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