Happy Birthday to ME


Birthday Cake


Today I turn 35.

Most days I still feel like a kid, not a grown up. I still call my mom every day, and consult with her on any major life decisions, and more importantly hair, makeup, and wardrobe ones. I live in San Diego, the city I grew up in, and even though everything seems so much smaller, I’m surrounded by all the familiar sights and sounds of my childhood. I am fortunate enough to live within 2 miles of my grandparents, parents, brother, cousins, aunts, and uncles. Let’s be honest, that last one is a blessing and a curse. I kid, I kid.

Not really.

Then there are the days when I feel every bit of my age. I remember that I am a mother of two incredibly loving, smart mouthed, pain in my ass, boys. A wife to a wonderful, loving, supportive husband (My kids can’t read yet so I can say whatever I want about them). I’ve had the opportunity to travel, attend college, college bars, college parties, graduate school, drop out of culinary school, and work as an educator now for almost 12 years. So I guess I really am 35.

What does any of that rambling have to do with being Flab but Fab?

Caveat to the sob story.

I have struggled with my weight my entire life. I’m not talking “Biggest Loser” style weight struggles, but as a kid I was always the chubby one in my blond, long legged group of girlfriends. My weight fluctuated depending on my activity level, but through most of my life I’ve had about 30 extra lbs to lose give or take 10. Growing up in San Diego where flip flops are worn year round, I savored the few days out of the year I could wear a sweater and hide behind my clothes. Fast forward to two 50+ pound pregnancies, some heavy family shit that went down, and a major health scare, food has always been a constant, there to make things all alright. Along with Xanax, and Lexapro!

As I venture now into my 36th year of life, I just want to feel good and more importantly look good. Yes, my belly jiggles quite a bit, and my thighs touch, but it’s cool. I’m still a sexy biatch. I want to be strong, and feel good, but hells yes, I want the mommies at Tball asking, what’s she doing? Has she had work done? Betsy looks so good! Who doesn’t want to be a milf? Therefore while I may still have some Flab, I AM FAB, and this year I am going to work my ass off to make it my best!

I would love for anyone to follow along with me (unless your an asshole) there’s only enough room for one bitch on this blog, and that bitch is me. I want to share what’s working for our family, and what isn’t. I will share what I’m eating, and how I plan to adapt it to keep me from being a short order cook. And lot’s of other super fun stuff. So read it, ok, and tell everyone you know about me. I have very little self esteem and need you all to validate me (Insert crying laughing emoji here). Talk to you soon! -Betsy


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