get up at 6 am every day for two weeks; every day meaning EVERY day, and not just the days I feel like doing it.

suppose I have to count this as a failure, given inadvertent sleeping in the other day. On the bright side we got up at 3.30am on Sunday morning, while camping, and paid homage to a magnificant sunrise before breakfasting on cherries and bread and onigiri and bananas and sausages, cooked on the re-kindled campfire and accompanied by mugs of corn soup and, of course, Yorkshire tea. But I still think I have to count this as a failure. Natto updates to follow.

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On day 11, unfortunately, I slept in til 7 am. Oh my god, am I actually going to have to eat natto? Shit.

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