Taco Tuesday Triumph: Finding Momentum When the Guilt Hits
🎵 Song of the Day: “Unwritten” – Natasha Bedingfield
Weekend guilt showed up uninvited, whispering the usual:
“You didn’t do enough.”
“You should’ve eaten better.”
“You’re falling behind.”
But today—Tuesday—I pushed back. I needed a new page. As the song goes, my story is still unwritten.
And today? I actually got up early.
I tackled the storage shed—making space in my home and in my head.
Laundry? ✅ Washed. Folded.
Job application? Sent.
Caught up with friends. Re-centered. Present.
That’s progress.
Not perfect, but powerful.
Kitchen Chronicles:
Meanwhile, back in the kitchen...
Tobito and the Refried Avenger were in rare form. Ever since Lollapalooza, they’ve been surprisingly in sync—laughing, dancing, united in their strange little mission.
Tobito pointed a tortilla chip at me like a wand.
“The weekend ghost—he defeated it!”
The Refried Avenger crossed his arms, nodding.
“Momentum is a weapon. Don’t waste it. Finish strong.”
Inspired by my productivity (or maybe just the smell of salsa), they offered to help with more chores.
Their truce, however, was short-lived.
A single, solitary crumb from Saturday’s pizza sat on the counter.
Tobito saw a challenge.
The Refried Avenger saw a biohazard.
Tobito grabbed a fresh tortilla chip and dubbed it the “Crumb-Catcher 3000,” attempting to scoop the crumb with a flourish and a maraca-shaking motion.
The Refried Avenger, unimpressed, produced a miniature spray bottle and microfiber cloth.
“That’s inefficient,” he muttered. “You must attack the root cause with a proper cleansing agent.”
Just as Tobito’s chip shattered mid-scoop and the Refried Avenger misted the entire counter, both froze. From the shadows of the pantry, a flicker of light—or maybe just the fridge bulb—caught their attention.
The quest wasn’t over.
The Magical Sauce Packet—a legendary condiment said to hold the secret to guilt-free weekends and eternal flavor—awaited.
A Tuesday Worth Celebrating
No, I didn’t eat perfectly this weekend.
I didn’t hit every goal.
But I’m not stuck there.
Today, I made space.
I kept promises to myself.
I showed up.
You can’t undo a weekend—but you can reclaim your Tuesday.
And maybe that’s where real progress lives—not in perfection, but in persistence.
🌀 Progress isn’t a straight line. It’s a taco trail.
Did a Taco Tuesday (or any random day) ever save your week?
Drop a comment, share your story, or just join us on this weird, motivating ride.
We’re just getting started.
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