My Bertha

Howdy. I did it, I weighed myself! I'm not going to publicly share that weight though, unless I get down to like 120 pounds, than I'll shout that shit from the rooftop! But at this point, it would just depress you as it does me. There is no reason for all of us to be sad!

I had a great conversation with my sister Stacy yesterday and it got me thinking again about why it's so important to do this. I was explaining my frustration with my husbee. Every couple argues, we're no different. This all started while out for Valentines day at Red Lobster. Now, I haven't put a lot of pictures of myself full body on this blog mostly because I don't take full body pictures anymore (duh) but my biggest body trouble area, is my belly or My Bertha. I am full on apple shaped. Apple shaped, by the way, is not as cute as it sounds.

ME

So putting apple shaped Tessa in a bolted down booth drives my anxiety through the roof. My belly either ends up on the table (for serious, just set my plate on my belly please!) or tucked underneath the table (y-e-s.) and overall it is both embarrassing and uncomfortable though it does make me laugh legit out loud thinking of how ridiculous I probably look to people walking by the table! Overall, it just puts me in a bad mood. My husband is on the receiving end of my frustration and that is not fair. Although, he did marry this apple shaped hottness so that's on him! My Bertha is just another example of my weight interfering with my life and creeping up and ruining a nice date with the hubs.

Ruby y'all

The title of this blog "My Bertha" is inspired by the ever so fabulous Ruby Gettinger. I loved her show and have watched the episodes numerous times on Netflix. She also is a big girl who's worked her buns off and has lost over 400 pounds total on her journey. Maybe even more! She carries her excess weight in her hips and butt and named them appropriately 'Bertha'. Ruby is such an inspiration to so many women. She is adorable and I wish she was my bff in real life. I love that she can bring such light and love to a topic many shy away from. I haven't actually given my stomach a name but I've called it numerous things. Mostly - a pain in my ass or boob table also works.

I'm hoping this story inspires you and most of all, if you happen to come across this and have a similar story, believe, you are never alone.

I had two incidents today full of fail, one- when I attempted to make kale chips. My boss made some last week and they were so so delish. I put too much oil on them and they were soggy and just ugh. Tasted good! Looked disgusting. Fail number two- I attempted to juice today but I  forgot to buy apples (for you non-juicers, apples are a huge ingredient to proper juicing) without it the lemon ingredient always overpowers everything else and it ends up way to lemony. Such a waste.

Tomorrows goal: get up at 6:30 AM and walk. Make it happen, me!

Peace,
T