The photo is not a mistake or a set up I plonked the objects down and found that whilst I could be trying to get blog recognition with brands (evian if you are reading this I drink 3 litres of your stuff everyday - Gazzetta dai meno con l'intermerda più con Milan) it is a telling sign of one of my weekends, in a foreign country where the previous night did it's damage.
I am obviously writing this from an airport lounge, Lisbon to be precise. I wait for the flight before me to go to then get a seat at the front of the queue for the torrid trip to Liverpool airport. The flight in front is for Rio...I have yet to spot any cabanas or dancing troops to annoy/entertain me. Get your act together Brazilians!
The training and diet prior to this weekend had been going to schedule, I had played football twice this week coupled with 2 weight sessions and a 60km bike ride. Overall my weight has levelled out at 74kilos for the last 4 weeks following an initial drop from 80kg when I switched to low carb/paleolithic.
This weekend has been great on the food front. Well apart from the pasteis de Belem I had on Friday with Derek and Luis (follow him on twitter he's a top bloke) everything else was very low carb, couple with that fresh grilled fish and meat with salad everyday you can really eat very healthily without compromising on quality or cost - it seems even a "broken" country like Portugal appreciates that veg and fresh fish should cost less!
(this by the way shows the power of twitter, I started following Luis about 3 months ago, it was a mutual follow ie he and I were following the same person. Then, only a few weeks ago we were tweeting and I mentioned that I was going to be in Lisbon and that we should meet for a drink. I did have a back up plan incase he was an axe murderer or smething. Luis was a legend, we ate at pasteis de belem, had a drink in Belem on the river sea front, saw parts of Lisbon most tourists wouldn't see and we even ran into a famous Portuguese actor. Thanks Luis, you helped make this a quality weekend)
On a further side note, Lisbon is a surprising city. I always had a feeling that it was going to be pretty but I never realised how much it is on a par with some of my favourite hot spots - a definite if you have never been. And all I can say about Cascais is...beautiful. There remains a sense of the old and traditional in a town which embraces it's tourist influx, a refreshing change to somewhere like carvoiero which has become a running joke for travel writers across central Europe.
Alcohol is however poison.
I will refuse to talk about last night, not because anything bad happened, just because I can't remember much after my third drink. Yes it took me all of three drinks, two beers and a Capirinha to do the damage. Whatever I had after seems a moot point as I just don't remember! Even the thought of drinking again makes me gag worse than a new employee at the sewage plant! Anyway, it makes you think one heavy night, followed by a pretty sour day after, what goes on through your body and its functions to recover and get you going again is amazing, but the damage will be plenty - trust me, I think science will find some way to spoil you having one glass of alcohol.
I took resistance bands with me this weekend, no this is not for "functional" training, I have a trapped nerve and I have found that light stretching in the arm helps release it somewhat. I have yet to see any valid scientific proof that resistance bands help aide muscular growth, or to any effect "maintain" what you already have, as ever if someone does have any interesting scientific articles that promote the use of these in strength training and muscular development, please email me.
Anyway 10 days until I'm in Rome, the first of three back to back weddings in July. I hear my cousin isn't shitting himself which is rather disappointing but refreshing. I look forward to the weekend, even if I feel that my stomach will bloat from the pizza and pasta - well, when in Rome.
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