Stewards of the Earth
A journalist by trade, I’ve always had an inquisitive nature, combined with my Jesuit education — watch out! I’m always seeking information, questioning everything, and advocating change. Throughout this amazing self-transformation and weight loss journey I’ve evolved and learned so much about health, fitness, food, and of course myself. I’m bursting at the seams with tons of information about the food industry. I have a nagging desire to share it — it’s my civic duty, the journalist in me. My goal over the next several weeks, months is to pass on what I’ve been learning, reading, researching to you. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover, but some of the bigger topics are:
• Sustainability
• Feedlots
• Food deserts
• Organic food
• Local food
• Milk – The Truth
• Plant based diets
The food industry is in need of a huge overhaul. It’s going to take some work on the part of the people and that’s why I feel it’s very important I share what I’ve learned. It’s going to take all of us to stand up and say no more.
A few weeks ago, I added two new sections to the blog “Food and Your Health” and “Food and Your Health: Recommended Readings & Films” if you haven’t checked these sections out I urge you to do so. Also, check out these farmers who are doing there part in keeping alive the traditional farming practices with the help of some modern technology:
Will Allen – Growing Power
Joel Salatin – Polyface Farms
“We are stewards of Earth, we are to respect the design of nature.” Joel Salatin
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!