I absolutely love fall. It’s arguably my favorite season next to spring. Then when spring arrives I say spring is my favorite. Oh well, luckily I don’t have to chose I just enjoy each season in it’s unique splendor.
Here’s some photos from my strolls around my neighborhood and Pacific Community Park.
My first time ever noticing this type of tree. But today it caught my eye as I was rounding the corner coming home. The picture doesn’t quite do the berries justice. They were plump and bright…Come to find out it’s a dogwood tree. A Kousa Dogwood tree those are edible berries sometimes used to make wine.
Pacific Community Park
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!