One...Done.

Today I had my fifth and last burrito of the week. Five burritos in a row!

I mentioned this to Jenn, my wife, and she made the "ewwwww" face. "That's disgusting!" she said. That's a fair reaction, I suppose. But what about this last burrito as a testament to goal-setting? As a testament to perseverance? Not to mention the fact that my stomach can still withstand five heavy lunches in a row? Eating the same lunch every day requires a certain spartan mentality, perhaps similar to the mind-set in working on a doctorate, saving money for a big purchase, preparing for a marathon, practicing a complex musical piece, or staying at a long-term relationship. Five burritos may just be five burritos, but I think it's a little more than that.