Moon Phase: 🌖Disseminating
Moon in: Aries ♈︎ – bold, direct, and hungry for experience

The morning started out typically enough—until it wasn’t.

My ketones were at 2.4. I blinked at the screen like it owed me an explanation. I’ve been wrestling with insulin resistance for a while, and I honestly didn’t expect to see numbers like that until at least my second or third cycle. Something’s shifted. I haven’t put my finger on it yet, but I can feel it. My system is responding, and it’s responding fast. And that… excites me.

I had to dive back into consumer hell (Walmart) to stock up on a few basics: salads, eggs, cottage cheese, and a bag of beef jerky to carry me through the end of this keto-biotic phase. But when I stepped back outside? The air was too perfect to go home.

So I drove to the Falls and took my breakfast with me. I sat on a giant flat stone, cracked open my salad, and let the roar of the water pull my shoulders down from my ears. Just as I was settling in, two tiny ground squirrels approached, all twitchy curiosity. I tore a piece of lettuce and laid it about two feet away from me—offering peace, in leaf form. They were hesitant, darting back with every move I made. Finally, I whispered, “It’s okay. I’m not gonna get you.” And I swear to the moon—they understood.

They scampered up and started munching. Before I knew it, two squirrels became four. I shared what I could. One even came close to climbing in my lap—until a bird overhead gave a sharp alarm and the whole crew vanished in a blink. The moment was over, but I was glowing.

After tossing my trash, I headed home to do a little writing. Once that was done, I gave myself permission for some leisure with my PlayStation buddies. Then came the hunger. I reached for the beef jerky and thought, I’ll just have a little. Famous last words. One ounce turned into ten before I even felt the full pull of the compulsion. So that’s the new rule: jerky gets pre-portioned at purchase. Lesson logged—literally.

I skipped my kraut and dogs and instead leaned into something that always brings me back: music. My instrument area still isn’t set up, but my voice? My voice is always ready. I gave myself 35 solid minutes of karaoke therapy—belted out every emotion until I was breathless and brighter. I swear it’s medicine.

Then came the nap. Is this becoming part of my rhythm? Have I officially crossed the line from Maiden into Crone, or is this simply my body doing overtime to undo the damage I’ve done? Either way, I surrendered to it—and woke up feeling like a rebooted version of myself.

Dinner was pure convenience: two softshell tacos and an unsweetened iced tea on the way to the ballpark. Tonight was my son’s last game for the week, and the evening air was just… perfect.

Later, my friend met me at home to drop off some speakers I’d left in her vehicle following our naming ceremony a couple weeks back. She came bearing more gifts—beautiful beadwork from the powwow she had just attended, offerings for my children. They are so loved. So spoiled—but never rotten. Spoiled grateful. Like me with this day. Spoiled grateful.

Goodnight moon🌖