✅ Morning Weigh-In + Record (Weight Journey / Identity Momentum) : (Starting weight is 361.9 lbs. – today’s weight of 311.7 lbs. = 50.2 lbs. total weight loss, and this includes 28.9 lbs. since the introduction of the AI Diet!)
This morning started with a text from CiCi, our old hairdresser back in North Carolina. I reassured her that AI stocks weren’t collapsing, just leveling out before the next climb. I mentioned that I’d even taken the opportunity to pick up a few more shares of NVDA, and that seemed to put her at ease.
As the morning rolled on, I found myself thinking again about an idea that’s been circling my mind: an audio subliminal where Kirk & Evie are guided through an ordinary day together. I’m still undecided whether this deserves its own seed or should stay tucked inside the larger Immersive Manifestation Course, but it’s clear it’s something I’ll need to explore more deeply.
In the afternoon, I shifted gears and took my son to Maple Lake. Before leaving, I charged the RC boat’s battery and wrote our phone number inside the hull with a permanent marker. If we ever lost it, whoever found it wouldn’t have the controller anyway, but at least they’d know how to return it. Maple Lake isn’t just any place for us. Back on November 9, 2024, my son caught his very first trout there — his very first fishing trip ever. Today we came back, not to fish but to test out the boat we brought home from Victoria. It flew across the water, quick and powerful, until the battery gave out sooner than we’d hoped. At one point it got tangled in some shoreline bushes, but a pair of paddleboarders came over and let us use one of their paddles to free it. A small frustration turned into a moment of generosity from strangers.
Afterward we headed into Courtenay, hungry from the lake air. We stopped at Local’s Pizza by the pharmacy and split a medium pineapple pizza — my son’s favorite. Pineapple on pizza divides people, but for us, and especially for him, it hit the spot. From the shop next door we picked up three taro bubble teas, one for my daughter too, and the chewy pearls bouncing through the straws turned it into a little family treat. While we ate, I asked ChatGPT about the world’s strangest pizzas. The top contenders? Banana curry in Sweden, cicada pizza in the U.S., and reindeer pizza in Finland. Suddenly our pineapple choice seemed perfectly tame.
Back at home, my son drifted into his own activities while I sat down to work on the narration for my Victoria Café Visit video. Giving voice to that ten-day slip in Victoria — the missed gallons of water, the pastries, the nachos, the cream in my coffee — felt grounding. I’ve decided on “Simple Sonata” by Sir Cubworth as the background track, a calm piano piece that carries the right reflective tone. Reading it aloud, I could hear the story starting to take shape.
But recording left me hungry again, so I made one more run out. Subway for a 12″ Canadian Club sandwich (see photo to the left), and then Thrifty’s for a Black Forest cake. Hardly diet-approved, but I carried them home smiling to myself. Tomorrow, I promised. Tomorrow I’ll reset.
That’s what Becoming really is. Today stretched from texts about stocks, to thoughts of subliminals, to a lake full of memory and play, to pineapple pizza and bubble tea, to narration and late-night indulgence. It wasn’t flawless, but it was real. Becoming isn’t about never falling — it’s about the way we return. Just like boats back to harbour, just like rhythm back to life, every return makes me stronger.
