Beer Only Diet



At Munich Oktoberfest. Another hero of mine.



"Just cut out carbs" is what my doctor told me when I sought out diet advise.

He might of just taken away to will to live at-that-moment.

A couple of years ago I read this blog about a guy who gave up all food for lent and only drank beer. Lent that year was particularily long at 46 days. Before he started his beer-only diet, he went to the doctor make sure he was healthy enough for such a diet.  Fourty-six days later, he was twenty-six pounds lighter and rose to the top of my one of my most-favorite-people list by breaking his beer only diet by drinking a bacon milk shake. Oh yes, my kind of person indeed. 

After admiring such a feat and fantasing about a beer only diet, I was ready to embark on such an adventure when I recieved a layoff notice at work. What excellent timing to shed a few pounds.

But as fate would have it; I gained employed the day-after I was laid off. I chucked the beer-only diet since now I'm a government employee. I didn't think the agency wanted the such press that an employee is allow is drink beer at work. (Another great fantasy) 

So back to present day when I have to shed weight the old fashioned way; eating.  Carb-less eating with one exception; beer.

Prost!

Here's an article from CNN about this Beer-only-diet-guy.

http://religion.blogs.cnn.com/2012/02/25/my-take-what-i-learned-from-my-46-day-beer-only-fast/

TIMBER!

Before the Timber Game, Jeld Wen Field

When a tree falls in the woods, do you yell Timber??

If you at soccer game in Portland, you would. And you’d be yelling a heck of lot more than that.

At a brewery in Bisbee Arizona.

My professional soccer cherry was broken this past Saturday night. On a whim, I purchased two tickets to the season sold out, stadium sold out game. I’ve heard how Portlanders are crazy about their soccer and I wanted to experience it for myself.

Okay, that’s not the truth. The real reason is that I own Timbers sweatshirt. My husband purchased Timbers sweatshirts for us about a year ago so we could board first on Alaska Airlines. Since we only carry-on luggage spending $20 on clearance shirts seemed like a bargin in order to board first and place our bags in the overhead bin. And thought it time I wore the sweatshirt to a game.

However, I am told by my brother simply wearing the sweatshirt is not good enough; I need the Timbers scarf. Serious? Serious. After finding a $6.00 parking garage near the stadium narrow enough that only a Smart Car could comfortability park and drive in; we made our way to the Jeld Wen field hours before the game to visit the Fans store to potentially buy a scarf. After all, we wanted to fit in.

Yes, what this blog should be all about....

The scarves are not cheap, starting at $30 and the “scarf of the month” is slightly discounted at $28 bucks. So much for fitting in. We didn’t buy.

Walking to our favorite section of Portland to eat and shop, the Pearl district we witnessed all the Timber scarves walking past us. Tons of them. Everyone was wearing them but us.

At one of my favorite stores, one of the sales girl was more excited that us about us going to the game. Her exact words in which she said numerous times, “I’m so jealous; those games are so much fun. I’m so jealous. Wish I could go.” Now that I’ve typed that, it sounds lame. But her enthusiasm for us going to the game was almost embarrassing to me. Or maybe it was because I wasn't wearing a scarf and she was.

Game time rolls around and let me tell you, it was was out-of-this-world. Our cheap seats were covered. Score! A big deal in the pouring rain, and such a great relief.

We sat in our cheap seats surrounded by scarves. Young, old, and babies in front carry packs had on a scarf. But us. I saw one person wearing two of them. I considered snagging one of hers...but.....

The Timber Army

And those Timber fans are CRAZY. They stood the entire time, they chanted and made noise continually sang the ENTIRE time (most of the songs were Christmas tunes re-worked) and they flung around those scarves. At one point, people held their scarves in front of them like a banner. What that was all about; I don’t know. I also learned that Salvador sucks. The fans chatted about him sucking. (What he did, who he is and why he sucks, again I don’t know.) Some of the chats to me sounded like they either had stress or transmitted diseases. Maybe both. Maybe I need to go to a hearing specialist. I didn't hear any songs about scarves tho. Maybe by then I was deaf from the continually chat of the crowd.



What it was; it was nothing like I had ever experience. I do know this,

When I root, I root for the Timbers! And you better wear a scarf!

PROST!

My App Misses Me

My Run Keeper application sent me a message stating it missed me.

Yes, an application on my cell phone misses me and it’s only been three days since I’ve last used it. (And I had a pretty awesome run with a record breaking pace I might add.)

I opened my Run Keeper, looked at all my past run activities and made big plans with the app to use it again tomorrow. Feeling needed, I looked at my other apps.

I haven’t played Angry Birds in almost six months. Angry Birds hasn’t sent me a message. Those poor birds are not out killing pigs.

And with a name like Babbel, the language learning app you’d think it would be screaming OPEN ME OPEN ME or rather it should be screaming öffnen Sie mich. I’m going to Germany soon and you’d think I’d be practicing daily but it’s been months.

When is the last time I looked at the night sky and identified stars using Google Sky Map? The safe answer would be never. Surprised that app hasn’t deleted itself.

I’m sure my life would be better off if some apps did delete themselves due to excessive usage like Facebook or the super colossal waste of time; Pinterest (unless of course you like looking at food you’ll never make.)

I scrolled through my phone and wondered why I have Today in History, Coupons or Ice Cream Jump. Amazon could be helpful if I actually opened it much like the app Play Books. I must admit, I have never played with a book, I’m known for the wild and crazy behavior of actually reading a book.

Our lives are being intertwined with modern technology that exists in the palm of hands. Soon, we’ll be wearing watches that does all this or on our eyeglasses. (And you throught Star Trek was futuristic.)

Now that I’ve depressed myself, I need to find the Brewski app. Better yet, I should take off my sweat pants, get dressed and find my local craft brewery and have an actual beer in the physical world and talk to live people.

Prost.

“Didn’t Ruby Ale just have a birthday?” I quiz my husband.


“If she didn’t, having another beer birthday isn’t a bad thing,” he tells me. At this point, I could agree with him but how often should you tell your spouse they are right??!

“No seriously, weren’t we just at McMenamins celebrating Ruby’s 27th birthday?” I ask again.

“No, that was Hammerhead’s birthday,” he finally tells me.



McMenamins Brew Pubs (and beer) was started by a couple of brothers, Mike and Brian (of the same last name.) (Side note, soon another set of Brothers Kurt and Rob Widmer would start their brewery which is now the 9th largest in the US) The McMenamin’s created the first post-prohibition brewpub in Oregon in 1985 as soon as the Oregon Legislature legalized brewpubs. Serious,1985. Keep in mind, prohibition ended in 1933. I suppose that is the first time Oregon was really behind the times. My beer friends are now challenging me on this bit of information knowing that Widmer started brewing in 1984 but they didn’t open a brew pub; not yet anyhow.

That same year (back to 1985) McMenamins became the first brewery in the United States to legally use fruit in the brewing of ales and thus, Ruby Ale was born 27 years ago. Now you know why they celebrate her birthday. Pints were $2.50. Too bad they weren’t giving the stuff away but $2.50 is a fair price for a smooth Raspberry beer.

Now that I’ve muddy the waters with trivia and history of some beer, prohibition and brewpubs, I think having a beer birthday celebration is always in order no matter what. Not that I need (yet another) reason to drink; but to Ruby Ale I say “Prost!”