I’ve been out for two nights and haven’t had a drink. There was cava at the birthday party last Wednesday and, tonight, there were countless bottles of cold sake at dinner and bottomless margaritas at the bar I went to afterwards.

Not. A single. Drop.

This blows.

I still have a cheat day coming though. It might as well be tomorrow.

I’m doing the Luzon-Visayas-Mindanao airport crawl to Siargao tomorrow (Manila-Cebu-Siargao), and the kettlebell crew are flying in for the weekend as well (Dindo, Jessica and some of the lads are staying over at Abe’s), and the yogis (Clayton Horton and Mark Robberds) are already at Sagana. Sue’s already texted me about the possibility of a wild night out.

Seeing as I won’t be getting much sleep tonight (I have to get up in three hours) and any exercise is out of the question (especially since the travel WODs Miggy sent involve doing 50 embarrassing air squats in the presence of villagers), I guess I might as well push it. Will still stick to the diet – as much as possible – but I am definitely drinking. The Evil Twins, Emily The Strange and Bianca Jaeger, may turn up. Be afraid. Be very afraid.