Moon Phase: 🌗 Third Quarter
Moon in: Gemini ♊︎ – restless mind, paralyzed body

Today was one of those days where nothing moved—not my feet, not my to-do list, not even my toothbrush. Laundry? Nope. Walking? Not a chance. Singing? I don’t think so. Motivation ghosted me like an ex who still creeps my Facebook but won’t text back.

And yet—despite the absolute lack of momentum—I didn’t crack when it came to food. My choices weren’t sparkling clean, let’s be honest. But I stayed true to my carb goal. No binges. No “just this once” free-for-alls. Just enough control to stay aligned with the phase I’m in, even if it wasn’t pretty.

I didn’t nap. I didn’t clean. I didn’t force myself to push through. I just… sat. Sat with the weight of my own thoughts. Sat in the same spot for hours, watching time slide by while my brain replayed its favorite self-sabotage hits. That old, manipulative mental monologue tried to get loud: “You’re already fat. You’re stuck anyway. Just eat the thing.”

But I didn’t.

Theo got fed, somehow, even though I felt like I had lead in every cell of my body. I couldn’t move forward, but I also didn’t fall back. And that counts.

Eventually, I made a choice—one small, intentional pivot out of the pit: I logged into my game. Not to escape, but to anchor. Connection over isolation. Laughter with friends over the shame loop I was stuck in. It wasn’t productive, but it was protective.

This blog helped too. Writing this—naming the storm instead of eating through it—kept me from cracking. Not every day needs to be full of checkmarks and momentum. Some days just need to be endured without damage.

Maybe it’s the Gemini moon, maybe it’s Mercury Retrograde trying to pull some cosmic prank. I don’t know. But I stayed on track. I didn’t lie to myself with “just one more.” I didn’t abandon my goal even when the spark was gone.

I idled. But I didn’t crash.

Goodnight, Moon. 🌗