Oil Change, Weigh-In, and the Dog Who Thinks I’m a Superhero

> “Success is the sum of small efforts, repeated day in and day out.” — Robert Collier

Let’s get this out of the way:

I didn’t win the lottery. I didn’t break a personal record in the gym. I didn’t get offered a modeling contract while changing my oil (rude, honestly).

But I did lose weight.

I did hit the gym.

And I did take the dog out like I promised him I would—even if he acted like I’d been gone for a year when I came back from a 20-minute errand.

📉 The Scale Moved

Was it dramatic? Nah. But I’ve learned that dramatic weight drops usually mean something went wrong (like food poisoning or heartbreak, and neither are part of the current plan). I’ll take the slow, steady creep toward the goal. That’s the good stuff. That’s the kind of loss that sticks.

🛠️ Oil Change Vibes

While waiting for my car, I realized: we’re more willing to maintain our vehicles than we are our bodies. Your check engine light comes on? You panic. Your own body gives warning signs? You ignore it and grab a Slurpee. Not today, Satan. Today I listened—and got my metaphorical oil changed.

💪 Workout Done

I didn’t break the gym, but I definitely left a sweat outline on one of the benches. That counts, right? Even when I don’t feel like going, I remember that “feeling like it” isn’t the point. Showing up is.

🐶 Dog Energy

Played with the dog before work. He didn’t care about the scale, the reps, or the oil. He just wanted my time. That’s love. That’s joy. That’s the energy I’m trying to carry through this whole journey.

💸 Financial Moves

Started planning out my next steps money-wise. Still figuring it out, but progress was made—and that’s half the battle. The other half is not stress-eating a family-sized bag of chips about it.

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🌮 Meanwhile… Tobito Watch

Somewhere between the protein bar and the treadmill, Tobito popped up.

“Have you seen him?” he asked, poking his tiny head out of my gym bag.

“Seen who?”

“The Refried Avenger. I think he’s avoiding me ever since the Cursed Chimichanga Disaster.”

I blinked. “That was three weeks ago.”

“He never forgets,” Tobito whispered dramatically, “Not after the salsa splash incident.”

He then tried to lift a 5-pound dumbbell and fell asleep under the rowing machine. I let him nap. He’s fighting his own battles.

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💭 Final Thought:

It wasn’t a perfect day. But it was progress. A little stronger. A little lighter. A little more clear-headed. And if you string enough of these days together, they stop feeling small.

They start feeling like momentum.

So if today wasn’t your best day, but you kept going? You’re doing better than you think.

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