At about 6pm, I had an espresso martini and ended up with roadmap vascularity about an hour later. It was pretty cool.
There is something about that 5-8 pm timeframe…it seems like I always feel that pumped and vascular feeling right around then, no matter what I eat earlier. If the gym didn’t suck balls at that time, I might switch my workout to that window - maybe there would be an advantage to timing my training to coincide with this natural circadian pump.
The plan for this week while I’m on vacation:
I don’t really have one. That’s the point.
In general, though, I’m really trying to get away from the type of mentality that would have me stressing over the possibility of blowing my diet on vacation. By “blowing my diet”, what I really mean is ditching my habits and principles because I have a convenient excuse. Sure, I’ll enjoy some good meals, but it doesn’t mean this needs to be some kind of “cheat week”. What would I be cheating on? It’s not like I’ve destroyed my metabolism through a long period of calorie restriction…I’m pretty sure I still have room for a bit more leaning out if I wanted, and I know I can do it without needing to drop into some kind of deprivation zone.
So as far as food goes, it’s pretty much just gonna be business as usual. Less frequent but larger meals, more real food and minimal supplementation, and of course…a few cocktails. I’m thinking wake up, espresso martini, pump circuit at gym, pool. Nah.
I did bring the jump rope and will probably get at least a short lift in every morning. Hoping to play a few rounds of golf and maybe some tennis.
And then next week, more of the same. Continue to let my training evolve. Invent more ways to stimulate muscle growth. Solidify good habits. And lock down the one element of all of this that I’ve never been able to nail: TIME. Just keep fucking lifting and let the months pile up so that by October, I can say that I finally strung together a continuous 12 months of lifting and eating like a machine.
What I look and feel like is a reflection of how LONG I’ve been doing this. Not how hard. Not how smart. Not how much. How long.
Just. Keep. Lifting.