Can See Clearly Now (Except When I'm Bench Pressing)

Song of the Day: “I Can See Clearly Now” – Johnny Nash

(Press play. You'll feel it in your soul.)

> I can see clearly now, the rain is gone…

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It played in the background this morning as I tied my shoes. And, honestly? It hit different.

Not because everything’s suddenly perfect, or because I’ve “made it.” But because for the first time in a long time, things are starting to make sense.

The Fog Is Lifting (Even if My Shoulder’s Still Mad About It)

My right arm—especially the shoulder—is still sore, but something’s shifted. The deep, sharp pain is dulling. The strange, nerve-heavy sting that used to remind me “You’re broken” has turned into more of a “Hey… don’t push it.” Progress, right?

I’m not 100%. Not even close.

But I’m showing up. I’m lifting lighter, adjusting grip, taking longer rests.

And most importantly, I’m listening—to my body, not my ego.

It’s hard. There’s nothing more humbling than knowing you can deadlift 300, but your back’s like, “We can’t even deadlift groceries right now.”

But then the song pops in again…

“Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind…”

And that’s the thing—my mind is healing, too.

Mentally, I’m clearer than I’ve been in a long time. Less fog. Fewer impulsive decisions. More structure. More “this is where I want to go” and less “let’s just survive today.”

Enter: Tobito and the Refried Avenger

Mid-set the other day, I swear Tobito looked at me like,

> “So we’re lifting soup cans now? What’s next—yoga with string cheese?”

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I almost dropped the weight from laughing.

But before I could roast him back, the Refried Avenger chimed in with the wisdom of a thousand beans:

> “Let the healing process unfold. True strength is not just in force—it’s in patience.”

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…I think he got that from a fortune cookie.

Still, they’ve both been weirdly helpful.

Tobito pushes when I’m dragging. The Refried Avenger reminds me to stretch.

And together, they somehow help keep this journey from getting too serious. I mean, come on—I talk to imaginary food with personalities. Clearly, I’m sane. Right?

Clarity Doesn’t Come All at Once… But It’s Coming

This week felt different.

I woke up with a sense of direction—not just “lose weight” or “get strong.”

But real goals. Financial ones. Creative ones. Personal ones.

I’m starting to figure out what I want in life.

Not what I’ve settled for. Not what others expect.

What I want.

And when the pain flares up or progress slows, I put on that song and remind myself:

> “It’s gonna be a bright (bright) bright (bright) sunshiny day…”

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The Journey Continues

This isn’t the triumphant return post.

It’s not a “before and after.”

It’s the middle.

The messy, uncomfortable, sometimes hilarious middle.

Where the pain is still real, but the path is becoming visible.

And honestly?

I can see clearly now.

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And if you’ve ever worked out through an injury, rebuilt your mindset, or questioned everything mid-set while a tortilla stared at you—drop a comment.

We’re just getting started—and things are about to level up.

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