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Day Eight: Pants Optional

July 21st, 2025

Moon Phase: 🌗 Third Quarter
Moon in: Taurus ♉︎ – rooting down, recalibrating, and low-key insisting on comfort over chaos

I began the day with my familiar morning trifecta: smudge, prayer, Theo. Then I sat down with a salad and the sobering realization that I was down to my last pair of leave the house pants. A clear sign: laundry needed to happen. Naturally, I didn’t start it.

Instead, I retreated to my safe place and opened up a pile of paperwork that’s been whispering my name. Productivity, yes—but make it pantless.

I wasn’t feeling as lit up as I had been the past few days. Something was off—muted motivation, sluggish energy. Before I could spiral into full blown daybed mode, my Fitbit nudged me and my stomach begged for a mid-morning snack.

So, I took a walk to Starbucks for some egg bites and black tea. I save the problematic coffee for feast days, lesson learned. I sat in the lobby, slowly eating my second breakfast while listening to the baristas solve the world’s problems with volume and confidence only youth can provide.

The walk back was lovely. The weather was perfect, like an open invitation to keep walking. But something in me—something deep and nagging—just wanted to go home and not for the laundry.

Instead of diving into the gravitational pull of my PS5, I threw on karaoke and gave myself an hour to just sing. Really sing. It felt amazing—my lungs felt open, my voice felt powerful again. It’s been a long time since I’ve had that clarity, after years of inflammation and chemical-laden convenience foods muting me. Anti-human food, the kind that wants to outlast the humans it’s meant to nourish. But with each lap in the pool and each day without processed poison, my voice is finding its way back—clearer, stronger, no longer buried beneath the fog.

After that, the rest of the day was games and laughter with friends. In my last clean pair of out-in-public pants. The ones that deserve a parade for their service.

I didn’t overdo it with food—but I didn’t exactly stay inside the lines either. Convenience won again, which meant higher sodium and carbs than planned. But I stayed in ketosis, so I’m giving myself grace. Progress, not perfection. Rhythm, not rigidity.

Goodnight Moon. 🌗
Day Seven: Glow Beneath the Surface

July 19th, 2025

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. 🌗

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Day Eight: Pants Optional

Day Seven: Glow Beneath the Surface