I remember the now-long-ago incident in which somebody (was it here, or on fph?) saw Tess and Nick hiking up the relatively easy trail to the Hollywood sign, without realizing it was Tess until after the fact, when Tess posted pics on her Insta and they got posted to...wherever the fuck I first saw them.
Tess stood out because of her enormous obesity, but also because she was obviously not having a good time--that trail, which lots of kids and grands and out-of-shape tourists manage to climb, was pretty much the fucking death of her, and she was complaining loudly to Nick. The person who saw them passed them on the way up the trail, arrived at the top, enjoyed the view, and passed them again as Tess continued her slow struggle upward.
And of course Tess's Insta photos all made it look like the kind of amazing outing one gets to enjoy when they live such an awesome life in LA, and gave the impression that while it was a serious hike (LOL, it's not), Tess was totally capable of it and not hindered by her fatness in any way.
Tess is a lot fatter now than she was back then, and no fitter. And she's never been back to the Hollywood sign, afaik.
Even if she's walking on totally flat ground, she's not covering 2-3 miles at a shot. She could maybe do a mile, if she has chances to stop, sit, and rest along the way, but without somebody like Nick goading her to the top with the promise of an Insta-worthy photo shoot to shore up her image, there's just no way she could go further without lots and lots of rest breaks.
Every deathfatty I've ever encountered genuinely struggles with walking any distance at all, between their inability to catch their breath; the pain in their feet, legs, and backs; and, even if they're wearing appropriate clothes, the heat and chafing as their massive thighs rub together. Walking is incredibly painful, unpleasant, and exhausting, even for people who weigh 100 lbs or more less than Tess does.
I can remember a couple of long-ago female co-workers who were smaller than Tess, and younger than she is now, and neither was capable of walking two blocks to the nearest cluster of fast food outlets for lunch and back without being left fit to die from the exertion; you could tell they were back by their gasps and groans as they pushed through the front door and waddled to the break room, and the noises they made while eating because neither could stop eating long enough to breathe? Yeah. When one of them finally got a car, they drove the two blocks, used the drive-thrus, and were so happy because they didn't have to "hike" down the road every day, or waddle across a busy, four-lane boulevard before the light changed.
And you cannot tell me Tess is fitter than those two heifers, or more disciplined, or more stoic. Hell, no. What she is, however, is desperate for content she can post to her Instagram, in lieu of the few modeling gigs and chances to travel she might have enjoyed, had Covid-19 not fucked up her plans. She can't go out to get her hair or nails or makeup done under lockdown; no bars or restaurants are open; she can't go pose at the Madonna Inn or poolside at some Palm Springs hotel. She has no creativity; she's not funny; she has no domestic skills she can turn into appealing content; underneath her image, she's just a big, vapid nothing.
Baking cute cookies and treats would appeal to her audience far more than this phony workout shit, but Tess is incapable of doing that, and besides, Flabletics seems to be the only clothing manufacturer still partnering with her at this point, so she's working overtime to keep them doing so.
And hey, maybe she is trying to lose weight (without admitting to it) so she can get back into Eloquii, and not make Pretty Little Thot's clothes look so horrid. She's eaten her way out of so many former sponsorship deals, and maybe it's finally dawned on her what an utterly disastrous idea that was. And it would totally be like her to keep trumpeting all the BoPo/Eff Your Beauty Standards shit to her audience while pretending that she's not trying to something so horrible as lose weight.
... Still don't believe you fatty.