Glow
Sometimes I write a blog post that stays in my head. Yesterday’s post, “Inside Out” is still on my mind. I have more I would like to add. Again, my journey of self-transformation and weight loss has been a process where I really had to take a look within. I spent, spend a lot of time sitting still with myself: Reflecting, thinking, and coming up with new ways to tackle issues. My journey has taught me that food is only half the issue. My reaction to my emotions, led me to food. If I hadn’t taken the approach of looking inward I would have never been able to tap into this portion of myself. My whole self.
From time-to-time, I receive compliments from people saying that I glow, that I look radiant. I was thinking about it and I think the reason I glow is because I eat good wholesome food, exercise, and drink plenty of water. But, beyond those things I believe I glow because of the process I’ve went through to shed the layers and the pounds started from within. Not sure if you can get this radiant glow by taking supplements, drinking shakes, or eating dietary food from a box. I know, I go hard on supplements, but I just think they are a quick fix, expensive solution for a deeper issue that requires a deeper more inward approach. I glow because as I searched within I found happiness, belief, pleasure beyond food, and everything else just came together. My glow is inside out. My glow is holistic.
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!