Virgin Atlantic Clubhouse, Heathrow. The breakfast smells incredible, and I didn’t have dinner last night.
But I am declining, even the croissants, saving my calories for the Kosher Kedassia meals on the flight. There will be foods on my tray that are not on my training program, so I need to choose my sins.
But boy, am I hungry. The temptation to partake is extreme.
Egg whites, unsalted; a porridge of rolled oats and protein powder; a pot of English Breakfast tea and a liter of still water.
The US needs Nando’s, the UK chain of Portuguese chicken restaurants. This was an incredibly flavorful grilled chicken and rice combo.
My wife wouldn’t like it much: Nando’s runs a wee bit strong on the sodium side. Aside from that, their food is better tasting and better for you than anything they serve at Popeyes.
Good morning from Costa Coffee in King’s Cross.
The imposing Victorian edifice across the street is the train station housing Platform 9-3/4 . (For you muggle/nomaj types, that’s the London terminus of the Hogwarts Express.)
The coffee in the foreground is an iced Americano. After a wholesome breakfast of oats, almond butter, and whey protein, my stomach is returning to normal.
The dirty vodka martini at the Henrietta Bar was way off plan, the Balthazar salmon and lentils slightly less so, and the asparagus was spot on. In all, I kept to my macro nutrients and calories, but fats were a bit high on the day.
I woke in the middle of the night not feeling well for the first time since starting training. Was it jet lag? Was the food off? Was it the meal? Or was it the first alcoholic beverage in two months?
I am assuming all of the above. I am resolving to be done with the booze and sticking to plan. Clearly, my metabolism is changing, I think for the better.
I miss having a kitchen…
Pan-fried Tilapia. Asparagus. Cherry tomatoes. A shot of olive oil. And sparkling water with a lime twist.
340 calories, tons of protein, almost zero carbs, and I suspect my trainer would approve.
Thank you, Virgin Atlantic, for helping me start the trip on a healthy note!
Sitting down for a cocktail at a rooftop bar at Boat Quay in Singapore on Saturday night with some colleagues, I was treated to a front row seat at the rehearsal for Singapore’s national day celebrations. The fun began with this flyover of a CH-47 Chinook helicopter dragging an immense flag, all escorted by a couple of Apache helicopters.
What I didn’t catch in the photo was the high speed maneuvers by the fighter jets, followed by a supersonic flyby, then the salute of a half-dozen howitzers.
And yes, this was just the rehearsal.
It was a gorgeous night, and this was the capper.
Happy Birthday, Lion City.