Taco Chronicles: Cracks in the Ceiling, Crunch in the Shell
🎵 Song of the Day: “(I Just) Died in Your Arms Tonight” – Cutting Crew 🎵
That song used to mean escape.
Windows cracked, uncles laughing, gas station snacks in the backseat. The soft orange glow of the radio painted our faces as we sped toward Paradise—the actual place, not just the idea. It was freedom wrapped in a synth-pop melody.
Now? That same song echoed through my hallway while I stared at a water-stained ceiling that looked like it was about to confess something… and I wasn’t ready to hear it.
🔧 The Doom Scroll, Home Edition:
Roof? Leaking.
Gutters? Sagging like my motivation.
Windows? Drafty enough to host a haunted house.
Water softener? Rebelling.
Bathroom? One tantrum away from aquatic chaos.
The stress hit like a bag of expired protein powder—clumpy, foul-smelling, and guaranteed to ruin your day.
I sat down with full intention to journal or meal prep. Instead, I dove headfirst into contractor quotes, dwindling bank balances, and a dark spiral of “Should I start selling pictures of my feet?” thoughts.
That’s when I heard a crash.
Tobito had kicked down the imaginary door again. 🌮
“¡Mira, amigo! You can’t fix the whole house in one day… but you can fix a taco!”
Behind him, the Refried Avenger strutted in holding blueprints, duct tape, and what I swear was a Bed Bath & Beyond coupon from 2012.
“We ride at dawn,” she said. “To find clarity, hustle… and guac.”
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💥 The Plan of Attack (Taco Edition):
📝 Tobito’s Mission: “Progress, not perfection, my dude.”
He scribbled a mini meal plan on a sticky note with a taco doodle and reminded me: Start small. Today matters.
🧠 Refried Avenger’s Operation: Mental triage.
He helped me break things into “fix now” vs. “future freakout” piles.
“You’re not drywall and debt—you’re skin, strength, and salsa-fueled grit.”
Together we hit the store for simple groceries and took a sanity-saving walk in the park. When we passed the donut aisle, Tobito “accidentally” knocked over a protein bar display. Hero.
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🌀 Weight Loss ≠ Just Pounds Anymore
This whole journey? It’s bigger than calories.
It’s learning to carry the weight of everything:
Bills. Broken stuff. Cravings. Mental fog. Missed sleep.
And still find one good thing to hold onto.
I can't afford the roof today.
But I can drink more water.
I can't fix the bathroom leak.
But I can plug the energy drain of self-doubt.
I can still show up.
Even when the weight isn't just physical—but emotional, financial, and spiritual.
So yeah, I might’ve felt like I was drowning in bills today…
But with a taco in one hand and two imaginary sidekicks shouting about fiber and hustle, I kept paddling.
And somehow? That felt a lot like winning. 💪🌮✨
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