After I wrote my last (lack of) fitness update from Manila, I shamed myself into going back to yoga. To my credit, I went 13/14 days. And, on most days, I did two to three classes. Yep. What can I say? Shame, Catholic Guilt and the need for Penance are in my DNA.

I only missed the last day of yoga because I had a Sunday date with the folks, and that takes precedence over any yoga class. (We went to lunch and then watched Cirque du Soleil’s “Toruk”. They were thrilled and absolutely loved it and that, to me, is priceless.)

One of the fantastic sets of Cirque du Soleil’s Toruk – The First Flight.

And then I flew to Cebu on Monday, was in Siargao on Tuesday, and resumed swimming on Wednesday. I even started the 30-Day Shred on Saturday, July 1, with the overly ambitious intent of going 30 for 30, finishing at the end of the month.

Although I was also making various gin concoctions at 10 AM for Nicolas’ house guests, we would only get slightly buzzed. (Too many mixers, not enough alcohol.) I only went out once that week that Nicolas was in town, and that was to dinner with him and his friends. I had also stopped smoking completely.

And then Nicolas left on a Monday and I had other house guests. But I still did a good job of not going out, drinking moderately (- Did I just say “moderately”???), and not smoking. And then the weekend rolled around… and this is where I really should just cut-and-paste my blog posts.

I was already making excuses not to go to Viento Del Mar’s Friday night party.

I texted Mark: Will you kill me if I flake tonight?
He shot back: Of course I will. Don’t be a bore. Come out!

So I went out. I had hardly finished my second drink (double gin with a splash of tonic), when the Evil Twin showed up. And she definitely wasn’t a bore. Or so I heard the next day.

I woke up to scratches on my leg, a bump on my head, the smell of cigarettes on my breath, without bag or phone. (I didn’t lose them. They were with Mark.)

And now I’m at Day 8 of the 30-Day Shred when I’m supposed to be on Day 11. And I’m nowhere near to losing the damned three kilos that have settled around me.

Why, God, why???

Back away from the Brownie Chips, Fatty.