Common denominator
A few years ago, my world came crashing down around me. For weeks, I decided to do nothing about it, other than take sleeping pills and sleep the days away. When I finally woke up I had to take a real hard look at myself. I noticed that often times when there was a problem area in my life — I happened to be the common denominator. I came to the realization that maybe it was me that needed to change. And so the work began.
I’ve said this umpteen times, this is a transformation from the inside out. I couldn’t even deal with my weight issue without getting in touch with the inner. I notice lots of people struggle with areas in their lives. Certainly, sometimes it’s due to someone else or outside factors, but most times I think it may be the person themselves. People are afraid to evaluate self. Trust me, I know — it’s difficult to own your stuff. I hate to beat a dead horse, but in order to really tackle big issues. In order to really begin a journey of self-transformation it starts with self. In order to grow and move to the next level, spiritually, emotionally, physically it starts with looking inward. Evaluate. There may be things that you need to work on that are standing in the way of you getting what you want out of life. Might I suggest, you take onus. Claim responsibility for your actions, environment. After all, you are the common denominator. Once you start the inward process the pounds will shed.
Writing this post reminded me of this lovely song by Jill Scott, “One Is The Magic Number”
If I multiply 2 times 2 is it really, really 4 me
And if I add 5 to get 9 minus 8 that just leaves me
Me
So many times I define my pride
Through somebody else’s eyes (La da da, la da)
Then I looked inside and found my own stride,
I found the lasting love for me
If I’m searching for my spirituality
Passionately I must begin with me
There’s just me…
One is the magic number [x2]
If I add myself unto myself multiplied times
You and yours and you again
There’s just me
And if I divide 8 billion, 48 trillion, 98 zillion
There is, there is just me
If I subtract one plus me to the 5th degree,
Use any theorem
There’s just me
There’s just me…
One is the magic number
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!