Finding Me Friday: Lose Yourself in the Struggle (and the Salsa)

 

Song of the Day: “Lose Yourself” – Eminem

Exhaustion, frustration, and a quiet, simmering anger brewed into a perfect storm yesterday. Work was brutal. The toilet? Still broken. Sleep? My four-legged sleep saboteur made sure I got absolutely none. And the workout? I showed up, not because I felt strong, but because I desperately needed to.

It’s Finding Me Friday, but today isn’t about an overnight breakthrough or some feel-good finish. This is the uncomfortable pause—the part of the story where the hero doesn’t even know if he’s a hero.

That’s exactly where I’m at.

🟡 Enter: Tobito

Tobito, my chip-crunching, snack-flinging sidekick, sat on the couch flipping a tortilla chip like a coin. He caught it with flair, twirled it between his stubby fingers, and gave me that look.

> “So… he wants to help me, huh?”

He squinted. “Then why’d he just leave a note like a soap opera character heading to rehab?”

The note—wedged under a half-eaten jar of salsa—was simple:

"I need to find myself before I can truly help you and him. Trust me. I’ll be back."

Tobito, naturally, had questions.

> “What does that even mean?! You can’t help someone unless you find yourself? Sounds like the opening line of a Netflix documentary:

 ‘Everything was fine… until it wasn’t.’”

And despite the sarcasm, he tossed the chip high in the air, caught it perfectly in his mouth, and grinned.

> “But hey, maybe he’s onto something. Finding yourself is like chasing the last chip in the bag—it’s probably broken, stuck in the corner, and you’ll look ridiculous trying to get it, but it’s still worth it.”

🔵 The Grind Continues

So here I am, trying to find myself. What do I want? Peace. Progress. A body that doesn’t feel like it’s working against me.

I don’t want a perfect version of me. I want an honest one. A healed one. One who can look in the mirror and say, “You didn’t give up.”

I’m still doing cardio. Still lifting. Still eating better. Still taking the semaglutide. But I’m also trying to figure out what I need emotionally to stay consistent. To not spiral when I’m tired, when the world’s too loud, or when someone cancels plans again.

🔴 The Music Hits Different

Today’s song of the day—“Lose Yourself”—landed with a visceral impact.

> "You better lose yourself in the music, the moment..."

It reminded me that moments like these—when everything feels like it’s fraying—are actually the rarest opportunities. You either lean in or let go.

So I leaned in. One more workout. One more honest meal. One more reason to not give up.

🟢 Final Chip Toss

Tobito stood up on the counter, balancing three chips in one hand.

> “You know, you’re doing better than you think. You’re just tired. You’re allowed to be tired.”

Then he attempted to juggle the chips. Two made it into his mouth. The third hit the dog.

> “Progress, not perfection,” he said, chewing confidently.

📌 Where I’m At

Physically: Sore but getting stronger

Mentally: Worn out but focused

Emotionally: Processing, but hopeful

We’re not at the climax of the story yet. We’re somewhere in that shaky middle act—but it’s where the heart of the movie lives.

Stick around.

He will return.

Tobito is throwing snacks and shade.

And I’m just here trying to figure out who I’m becoming—one day at a time.

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