Healthy
I’ve been fighting the flu for the last couple of days and so far it’s winning. Body aching, head pounding, and feeling oh so sorry for self. I started thinking, I’m so very grateful for my health. Sure, every now and again I have some minor aches and pains, I may get a cold, the flu, a headache or stomach ache. But no chronic pain, diseases, or conditions. Some people have conditions or diseases where they have to take medication regularly, injections, chemotherapy, radiation treatments, and they may go to bed and wake up in chronic pain. My heart goes out to those folks. Lying in bed sick the last couple of days has made me appreciate my health even more. Now, flu crude be gone I have work to do.
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!