Moon Phase: 🌗 Third Quarter
Moon in: Taurus ♉︎ – rooting me in routine, reminding me that nourishment is a ritual, not a reward

Woke up with my mains. My cat. My clarity. My calm. Took some time to write before heading to the pool—my sanctuary in motion. To my delight, I had the whole place to myself. The overhead lights were off, and only the soft underwater glow lit the space. It felt like a moonlit swim—quiet, glowing, ethereal. Less YMCA, more underwater chapel.

My routine moved so smoothly I was sure I’d skipped something. But I hadn’t. I had just entered flow state before my body even hit the water. Fasting has a way of syncing me with something deeper—like slipping into gear I didn’t even know was available.

Today was a fast day, part of my days 1–10 rhythm. These are my heavy hitters—36 to 38 hours of fasting. On my eating days, I open my window two hours after sunup and close it by 6 or 7pm, staying under 50g of carbs to slide into ketosis. Dr. Mindy Pelz, author of ‘Fast Like a Girl’ calls this Keto biotic.

Soon I’ll enter Days 11–15, where I shift into lighter fasting and raise my carbs to around 100g— by adding fruit and whole grains. It’s a treat every time. I fast daily, but I bring it down to 15-18 hours a day here. I’ll maintain my exercise routine of swimming and walking. My body loves this phase.

Then comes my anchor: Days 16–19, when the moon moves into Virgo. That’s when I do a full 72-hour fast. At first it was for spiritual reasons—to get quiet enough to hear Creator—but I’ve since learned this timing also coincides with a full immune system reset. Divine timing, divine science.

And finally, Days 20–28. I don’t bleed anymore, but I honor the rhythm. I eat with the sun and rest with intention—no fasting, no heavy lifting, just slow and nourishing days to support what would be my luteal phase. Progesterone pampering. Rhythm over restriction. I try to get 150g of healthy carbohydrates during this phase.

This whole system? It isn’t a diet. It’s not about willpower or punishment. It’s a return. A re-connection to cycles older than my cravings. I’m not just feeding a body—I’m tending to a system, syncing to the sky. As above, so below.

Wrapped the evening in leisure, chatting with friends. Some good games and better laughs made the perfect closing ceremony. Crawled into bed very early, satisfied and spent in all the right ways.

Goodnight moon. 🌗