unoriginal

Now I’m at 146. Yesterday I was 147.8 EOD. Yesterday morning I was at 148.4. A week ago I was 154 and some change. So technically I’ve lost 8 pounds (unless my friend’s scale was wrong) but I didn’t start trying to lose weight until yesterday morning, when I was at 148.4. So it feels like I’ve only lost 2.4 pounds total from fasting 2 days. I suppose that’s not terrible… 1.2 pounds a day.

Still. It feels like it’s been longer.

And I know my weight fluctuates drastically. I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s really what this is. Water weight + weight fluctuation. Ugh.

I wish I could speed up time.

Anyway. I want to be 140 by next week. That means I have 4 days left of being at a calorie deficit. But at a rate of 1.2, it’ll take 5 more days.

We’ll see how it goes. Bodies are weird.

I’ve lost 10 pounds in a week before. And hell, if I lose about 2 more pounds I will have lost 10 pounds from last week so… there ya go.

Another day of life in the wild.⁣⠀

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One of our last few days in Bosnia, spent amongst snow and pine, sprucing up before our big journey home-bound. We’d be returning worn out and penniless, with a broken van and a clutch of precious new memories, yet we did not regret a single moment of the last six months.⁣

It’s a taboo subject to talk about money, but we left for this trip with just a few grand between us. For six months of living and travelling over 15,000 miles- that’s not a lot.⁣

And so to anyone who says that we are privileged: you’re wrong. Our lifestyle is not a privilege, it is the product of hard work, ruthless saving and months of rigorous planning. All in the name of following our dreams, all in hope that someday we might be able to make the money to sustain doing what we love. All for that little taste of freedom.⁣

And it was worth every freezing night, every stale loaf of bread, every skipped meal, every dinner scraped together out of leftovers, every push to get to the next fuel station and every questionable road. We have not lived well but boy have we lived.⁣

We’ve driven spectacular roads, spent evenings in the company of welcoming locals, sampled cuisines and cultures from all walks of life, been to unbelievably remote locations and captured it all through the glass of a lens.⁣

See we’re not just doing this for a jolly, to escape the 9-5; we’re doing this because we have a passion and the tenacity to chase our dreams. We sacrificed comfort and security for the promise of something so much bigger.⁣⠀

Today is the day

The original, as seen below, was posted on Facebook by a guy in Cincinnati. Someone else saw it and thought they would have more luck propagating it if they changed the city to “Detroit,” because in the American popular consciousness, Detroit is a more infamously blighted city than Cincinnati. And indeed, that version was the one that proliferated, because it resonated more with the people who saw it. The original poster and the original city were forgotten.

Does this really matter to anyone (besides Joshua Cromwell)? Perhaps not. But sometimes people do this with things that are more important than porches…