I’ve made it to Alexanderplatz in Berlin. I’m staying in a hostel again despite vowing to never do this again. Thankfully I’m the only one in the dorm at the moment. In Madrid, I was in a dorm with a racist, unfunny group who thought they were the Inbetweeners. Think they were all called Gaz and I couldn’t breathe for the Brylcreem. I walked straight out and booked a hotel.
I got out for 7km around the city and it wasn’t a bad run although I had a code brown incident halfway through. It wasn’t a normal shit attack. I usually get a knock at the door but this time something walked over my sphincter’s grave which was horrifying as it was still daylight and I was surrounded by churches. With no notice, there was no chance of skipping into a hedge or a cemetery.
Glad to be out of Leipzig and glad to be heading somewhere warmer tomorrow!
The fight is real every day. I lived almost exclusively off Streuseltaler from Kamps in Leipzig. Whatever is left inside my mouth is ready to drop down and collapse like the last intact pins in a Syrian bowling alley.
I’ve suffered from a lack of mojo the last 2 weeks. It started with the contract not working out in London and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t let it get to me mentally. I’m still building the emotional resilience to see through all of this shit. Anything I feel now is legitimate but it will pass and it will get better and I will find somewhere right for me!
The key to getting your mojo back is consistent repeatable action. If you can run half a mile extra per day and eat 1 less pie the results will seem miraculous over time. The all or nothing attitude of extreme clean eating for 3 weeks and then back to the normal shite is self-defeating.
The trouble is that on some days we do not want to eat 1 less pie. We want all the pies even though we know it will be bad for us both mentally and physically. Whenever we go through a good spell it is so important to capitalize on it. If you somehow manage to become addicted to salads, feed that fucking addiction as it will likely leave you before you know it. Fuck those who talk about substituting addictions. If you kick the Haribo for the greens, that’s amazing.