Farewell Fatso! Celebrates 4 years
July 2010: I began penning my lifetime battle with obesity in a blog, Farewell Fatso! I never imagined all the places blogging would take me. Nor the doors of opportunity that would be opened for me because of my willingness to share my story and take chances on myself. To all of you who have supported, encouraged, and followed me — this one’s for you!
My journey of health, fitness, and weight loss began four years ago. After a battle with depression and an awful period of self-loathing. One afternoon, I was abruptly awakened from one of my sleeping pill induced comas by a nagging voice that loudly told me, “Go outside and take a walk!” I grudgingly followed the order.
The first walks were foggy, but I soon found the walks to be cathartic and began enjoying and looking forward to them. The walks were a time I could think clearly, breathe fresh air, and begin working on my inner and outer self.
At the time, I wrote about my walks on my Facebook page. Many of you would comment on these postings saying, I was “encouraging” and “inspirational.” Your comments encouraged me too. I’ve always loved to write so I decided I would pen my battle with obesity — openly and honestly in a blog, “Farewell Fatso!” It was/is my way of further sharing my story with you and much needed therapy for me.
Oh my, here we are four years later. What a bumpy, amazing road we’ve traveled. I’ve learned so much about myself through this process. I’ve learned so much about the process. Most importantly, the course is not linear. There is no straight, clear path to the finish line. There is no finish line. I take two steps forward and three steps back. Such as life!
I could go on about my failures and successes, but no need — most of you have been here every step of the way with me. I want to take this time to say: THANK YOU for traveling this road with me. THANK YOU for encouraging me. THANK YOU for celebrating me. I’ll even pause to say THANK YOU to those who haven’t celebrated me. THANK YOU to those who have put road blocks in my way. You strengthen me too!
Last, but in no way least, thank God for giving me the strength, courage, and tenacity to fight this battle. It’s long from over, but I know that with His continued guidance I can do anything. I’ll close by saying, this journey has not been about what I’ve LOST, but about EVERYTHING I’ve GAINED.
Much love,
Chrisetta
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!