24 Hour Commitment

veronicaMy friend, Veronica, speaks of making a commitment this way: We all have 24 hours in a day. No matter how you slice it, there is only 24 hours for me and for you. It’s fair to say somethings are more important to each of us. And usually what matters to us is where our priorities lie

I speak with a lot of folks when I’m out and about speaking and cooking, here on my blog, and on my Facebook pages. As you know I’m a huge proponent of home cooked meals.The number one reason most people say they don’t cook is simply because they don’t have time.  Well as Veronica says, we all have the same 24 hours in a day so then it because a question of what’s important to you.

What’s important to me is to prepare and eat home cooked meals. So, I slice my 24 hours up accordingly. It was a long time coming for me, but tipping the scales at nearly 400 pounds required me to tackle the biggest obstacle — food. Today, I’m fully committed to my health and I prepare about 99 percent of my meals at home. I’ll be honest It takes time. But, I’ve made the time. I’ve made the commitment.

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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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