Finding Me Friday: Friends in Low Places, High Prices & Higher Calories

🎶 Song of the Day: “Friends in Low Places” – Garth Brooks

This morning, I woke up to chaos… and paws.

My little black dog had apparently been enlisted as a warhorse, charging into my room with not one—but two—tiny tacos on his back. Tobito and the Refried Avenger were locked in battle over who should hold the map, who should sound the morning bugle (a squeaky toy shaped like a chili pepper), and who had last eaten the emergency cookie they swore was for "stress."

They’d clearly taken it upon themselves to help me get ready for my collectible show this weekend. And by help, I mean question all my choices—especially the one where I let talking tacos with big opinions and zero attention span be part of my life. 🌮🐾💥

They ran through the house screaming inventory ideas. Tobito wanted to sell nothing but “vintage cheese.” The Refried Avenger was determined to turn my $1 bins into an art installation titled “The Forgotten Funkos.” Signs were made, and when I say signs, I mean misspelled chaos:

“$3 Dollers 4 ALIENS & MAYBE CATS”

“Buy 1 Get 0 Free Unless You Ask Nice”

“FREE GOBLIN (not real goblin)”

💸 Meanwhile, I was trying to stay focused. Collectibles were being sorted into price tiers. I had bins for $1, $3, $5, and up, and some decent Funko Pops that landed in the $10–$50 range. I even brought out a few rare pieces I’ve held onto for years—finally ready to let them go. Why? Because growth requires both emotional and shelf space.

But while I was counting card sleeves, Tobito decided my roof needed a complete overhaul.

“Do humans usually live under this many leaves? Is this part of the insulation plan?” he asked, poking a shingle with his tiny spatula.

The Refried Avenger added, “I think the gutters are haunted. There’s a weird smell.”

Great. Emotional support tacos are now home inspectors. 🔧🪟

🎯 Despite the mayhem, I noticed something amazing: I’ve lost more weight.

The steps at work, the meal planning, the cardio, the resistance training—it’s adding up. I may not be shredded yet, but the progress is undeniable. Even my clothes are starting to hang a little differently. And although today was chaos, I didn’t give in to stress eating. I stuck to my plan. I packed smart meals, even during show prep. 💪

I used to see these setbacks—the financial pressure of home repairs, the stress of event prep—as reasons to spiral. But now? They're just parts of life. Parts I’m choosing to face head-on… even if those parts come with tacos shouting “RAISE YOUR PRICES OR PERISH!” while taping price stickers to my leg.

🎤 As Garth Brooks put it, “I’ve got friends in low places.” And I’d argue I have tacos in high hopes.

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🧠 What’s the takeaway?

Celebrate your wins, even in the middle of chaos.

Laugh at the weirdness—because your weird is beautiful.

Let go of things (and weight) that no longer serve you.

And if talking tacos want to help… maybe let them.

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🎯 Catch more of my journey into weight loss, self-improvement, and real-life balance here:

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