I Get Around: 2013 in Review
The places I’ve been. The people I’ve seen in 2013, I get around: Clark College, Portland State University, Cascade Park Community Library, Camas Public Library, Camas & Washougal on a Diet, LaCamas Swim & Sport, KBOO Radio, POIC, Chuck’s Produce & Street Market, and The Fruit Valley Foundation.
As 2013 comes to an end, I’m reflecting on another amazing year. I’ve been busy, busy, busy. Here, there, everywhere. I’m so grateful that I am able to do all things that I love and share my gifts with you
An extra special thanks to the Clark College Health Department (my favorite venue!) for their continued support and giving me a platform to reach students. Oh yeah, and for using “Shop, Cook, Eat: Outside of the Box” for the second year!
To everyone who has embraced and supported my ideas, THANK YOU! To all of my clients, THANK YOU. To everyone who has bought a copy of my cookbook, THANK YOU! To those of you who have attended my events, THANK YOU! And, to all of my Facebook and blog followers, THANK YOU!
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!