There was a Siargao plan to get back on track which, I swear, went into effect as soon as I arrived back on the island last Wednesday – and was flushed down the toilet as I crawled back home at 5:30 the next morning. Although the next night was an earlier night, there was still too much beer and too many cigarettes involved. Oh, and pasta.

So I haven’t bothered to make an effort with my diet.

I have been swimming everyday though and have officially upped my laps to 30. Which isn’t enough, I know.

I just read that it takes nine hours of vigorous sex to burn off six Chicken McNuggets. Not that I eat Chicken McNuggets but I’ve had much worse and I’ve certainly consumed more than the equivalent of six of them. And regarding nine hours of vigorous sex, this is all I have to say:

So I plan to up the activity. Tomorrow.

Seriously.

I want to restart Jillian Michaels’ 30 Day Shred and complete it on or before September 27. I want to work in some sort of yoga into my mornings, whether it’s the Ashtanga sun salutes or a Kundalini kriya. And I still think I should do some kettlebell swings. Hopefully, I’ll get to do something every day of the week, but if I can manage only five times a week, that’s fine.

I’m still unsure how much effort I want to put into controlling the food and drink.

For now, if I can, I will and, if I can’t, I won’t.