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Week 6: Learn to Shop, Cook, Eat: Outside of the Box with Chrisetta Mosley

The final session nourishing the desert…Tuesday, April 30th.

We spent six weeks together learning how to shop and create healthy, simple delicious meals — OUTSIDE of the Box!

For the final session I whipped up: Smokey Black Bean Dip with fresh Baked Tortilla Chips and Kale Chips (not shown) — they gobbled them up too fast. 😉 And, Nikki an eager class participant followed my Cashew Energy Bars recipe and brought a few in for us to enjoy! Now, that’s OUTSIDE of the Box.

A blog post wrapping up the entire program forthcoming…But for now here’s photos from week 6.
 

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!