Moon Phase: 🌖 Disseminating

Moon in: Aries ♈︎ — bold, burning off, and moving forward

I woke up with the usual rhythm: smudge, prayer, Theo. But today, I added a new layer to the spread—tracking all my numbers. Alongside my weight, I checked my blood glucose and ketones. To my surprise, the readings were 81 and 0.8. On Day 5! That’s a metabolic win if I’ve ever seen one.

Straight to the pool from there. My swim routine is starting to flow like choreography:

• 5 breaststroke laps to wake up the body
• 40 arm curls with foam weights
• 5 laps with flippers, focusing on stretching and glute engagement
• 30 pull-ups
• 5 more breaststroke laps focusing on rhythmic breathing
• 40 lateral raises with foam dumbbells
• 5 flipper laps again
• 20 punch downs, 20 punch outs
• 5 final breaststroke laps focusing on speed
• 40 chest presses with the foam dumbbells

Afterward, I melted into the hot tub—a well-earned reward. After my shower, I walked home feeling that post-workout glow. There’s a rhythm here. A cadence. I can feel it locking in.

Then came the hard part. I sat down to work on some design projects—too many, honestly. The overwhelm hit fast. And just like that, I slid back into my “safe place.” Instead of spiraling into self-criticism, I gave myself grace. A couple of episodes. Some stillness. A little pause.

It’s tricky—grace vs. excuse. I worry sometimes that I’m deluding myself. But my morning numbers say otherwise. My skin feels more supple. My joints ache less—not the old creaky pain, but the good kind, the “you moved today” soreness. My mood is lifting. My energy is refilling. So I’m letting the results be the judge.

My video binge gave way to a nap, and I woke refreshed. Checked in with my PlayStation crew but didn’t stay long. My son invited me to watch him play ball again. I grabbed an unsweetened iced tea, parked far from the field to get a little extra walk in, and found my spot in the bleachers. I missed much of the first game and was too cold to stay for all of the second but between games, I shared some solid laughs and light conversation with my son—Home run.
I didn’t eat a thing today—but I was full.

Goodnight Moon🌖