Oh. My. Gosh. You guys… YOU GUYS. You won’t believe what just happened.So there I am, just casually checking my little badge thingy—you know, the one that shows how awesome and active I am with my weekly posts. And I’m thinking, *“Wow, look at me go! Crushing it! Posting like a champ!”* The badge even had a cute number on it. I felt like the queen of consistency. I was already planning my victory dance. 

But then… 

THEN I CLICKED ON IT. 

Big mistake. 

Huge. 

Because what do I see? WHAT DO I SEE?! This so-called “7-day posting badge” is ONLY awarded if you post from **MONDAY to SUNDAY. MONDAY. TO. SUNDAY.** Not just *“seven days straight,”* not *“just post whenever you feel like it,”* oh no no no. It has to be those exact days. 🤦‍♀️😭


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Excuse me, what?! Why didn’t anybody tell me this?! 

I’m sitting there staring at the screen like a confused potato, wondering, *“Have I always been this oblivious? Do I even know how to read?!”*Suddenly questioning all my life choices. 

Meanwhile, my husband...oh, my sweet, ever-so-helpful husband...starts laughing like he’s watching the comedy of the year. He tried to be all supportive at first like, *“Nooo babe, I think you just have to post for seven days in a row. It’s not that strict.”* 😂

**Ha.** 

**HA.** 

Then I SHOWED HIM. I showed him the proof. And I kid you not, he almost choked from laughing so hard. Thanks, darling. Very supportive. I’ll remember this moment forever. (In fact, I might just make it his fault somehow. Watch me.) 

Anyway, I went through all the stages of internet grief in about three minutes—shock, denial, rage, sugar craving. I may or may not have muttered dramatic things like *“Why do I always mess stuff up?”* and *“Is it me? Am I the drama?”* 

But you know what? I’m not giving up. Nope. This is just a new challenge! A new mission! A new reason to go full beast mode and post like my life depends on it. 




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So yes, friends, I WILL post for 7 days. Starting on MONDAY. Ending on SUNDAY. I’ve got things to say, stories to share, random thoughts to unleash. You’ve been warned. 

And in the middle of my dramatic meltdown, I decided I deserved a reward. So, off I went with my dog (who was looking at me like, *“Girl, get it together.”*), and we took a walk to the store for… emergency sweets. Chocolate, candy, all the good stuff. It was a mission of self-care. A healing journey.  😂

I did NOT, and I repeat, NOT, share a single sweet with my husband. That’s right. He can sit there and reflect on his sins in sugarless silence. (Revenge is sweet. Literally.) 

I also made a serious executive decision: I’m not cooking today. Nope. If he wants food, he knows where the car is. I, on the other hand, can survive purely on sugar and petty satisfaction. Don’t test me. 😂🎉

Now, I’m feeling a bit better. The sugar is doing its job. My dog is napping. My husband is still giggling in the corner. And I’m ready to rock this challenge like a content queen. 

So folks, welcome back to my 7-day challenge. Take two. This time, we’re doing it right. MONDAY to SUNDAY. No excuses. No confusion. Just passion, determination, and possibly more candy. 

And just for the record… still not cooking today. 😎 

*P.S. Ladies, you know why the sugar cravings are hitting. Yep. It’s that time. So don’t judge me. Join me. Let’s be snack-fueled warriors together.* 💪🍫 

Let the challenge begin (again)! 💥

*“All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt.”* ― Charles M. Schulz

😂


With love, @tinabrezpike ❤️