I want to get back into the habit of journaling daily again. When I kept it up at the start of the year, it made a huge difference in my mental wellbeing. Not posting lately has definitely taken its toll - and I feel it.
Today, I listened to a podcast that said: “If you want to start journaling - or get back into it - just write two words.” That really hit home. All I need to do is show up. That idea resonates deeply with me.
Recently, I got back into doing pull-ups - or at the very least, a dead hang every morning. My rule? Touch the bar. That’s it. That’s all I have to do. And it works. After I make my matcha tea, I head to the gym for my
Perfect Start Workout with EC, which I do every single day. The habit is already there. But before I begin, I go and “touch the bar.” Some days a dead hang is all I manage. Other days, I do pull-ups to failure. I’ve been cycling through variations - MAX on Sundays, controlled reps on Mondays, wide grip or hangs on Wednesdays, and so on. It’s not an exact system yet, but I’ve stuck with it for three weeks now, and I’m really proud of that. Especially considering how hard it’s been to look after myself with my current workload.
Something else I’m working on is cutting back on saying how busy I am. I am busy - I have a bladder of steel these days because I don’t even take bathroom breaks - but that’s not the point. Work expands to fill the time you give it. And I’m not a machine. I break. And now, at almost 40, I break more often.
So, I’m trying not to speak those words into the world anymore. Saying, “I’m so busy” or “Work is killing me” doesn’t help.
A) I can’t change my workload right now.
B) Constantly saying it just makes me feel worse.
So now, if someone asks: Am I busy? My answer is, “I’m fine.”
All that said, I am proud of what I’ve achieved so far this year. Even with a few “gutter days” (the count is up to 5 now), I’m in such a better place than I used to be.
I have two major goals for 2025:
- Get in the best shape of my life.
- Get DAREBEE in the best shape of its life.
The two goals clash constantly. But since everything else is basically on the back burner (social life? what’s that?), both are moving forward steadily.
I’ve built a morning routine I genuinely enjoy - and I stick to it. I even look forward to getting up each day. If I wake at 3 AM, I go back to sleep. If it’s 4 AM, I listen to an audiobook and drift off again. If I’m truly awake, I’ll listen to a podcast and plan the day ahead.
5 AM is my “get up and get stuff done” time, no matter what. That first hour is mine, and it’s precious.
I think I finally fixed my sleep - or at least, it feels that way. I changed two things and I’m not sure which one worked (maybe both):
- I stopped forcing myself to fall back asleep. If I’m awake, I’m awake. I let my body reset.
- I started drinking coconut water with ashwagandha at night - sometimes with a pinch of saffron when I can get it.
Now, my sleep score sits comfortably in the mid-80s, often climbing into “excellent” territory, even if I don’t get a full seven hours.
It’s spring now - though the weather didn’t get the memo. It’s freezing. My hair is dry, my nails are brittle, and my skin… don’t even ask. The pace I’ve been keeping has taken a toll. My eating disorder still pops in and out, but I’ve mostly got it under control. Compared to 2024, when bad days were a near-daily thing, five bad days in 2025 is progress. I know five is still five too many, but the difference is night and day.
Lately, I’ve been making “nourish bowls” - kind of like Buddha bowls, but I prefer the word
nourish. They’re beautiful, satisfying, and take time to eat. The only issue? I struggle to make them fit into my macros. I’ll talk more about that next time, but I wanted to mention it now so I can loop back. I make one bowl, pause to appreciate it, feel gratitude for the food, and then dig in. It makes me happy.
Okay, that’s enough for today. I’ll write my “two words” tomorrow.
I need this therapy more than I can express. Even with self-care rituals scattered throughout my day, the rest of my waking time is work mode. I’m okay with that, and I’m proud of what I accomplish - but sometimes I feel like there’s no “me” in any of it. Just task after task. You know?
Alright-alright. That’s it.
See you tomorrow!
