Wednesday, February 2, 2011

food essay


For myself, I know that there are foods that I should not eat. Gluten is one of them. I won't get into specifics, but I generally just feel bad when I eat it. I've never been tested for intolerance, but I don't need to be tested for something that has proved itself again and again is real-world testing.


Then there are foods that I still eat, and I pretty much know I should not consume, or rarely consume. But I love them! Or that's how I feel sometime, but they can be a slippery slope. Here it is, coffee and sweets. They go together like peas in a pod! I love the taste of coffee, but something in it, for sure the caffeine, but maybe something more, does not make me feel good. Caffeine, I know is no good for me. Being an athlete, my adrenal glands are pretty taxed as it is, caffeine on top of this is dangerous. Adrenal fatigue can wreak serious havoc on your mind and body. The list is long, but includes, depression, sensitivity to cold/chills, mental fog, decreased ability to handle stress, decreased ability to recover, muscular weakness, increased food allergy sensitivities, etc. Sweets can be a slippery slope too, the energy you get from them is so instant, you just want more and more (not to mention they freaking taste great). Do I really need to get into reasons why simple sugars are bad for you? Insulin roller-coast, weight gain, cancer feeder, trace-mineral thief, dental-nightmare-bringer, etc. Today, the average American eats about 175 pounds of sugar per year, compared to about 15 pounds per year in 1915.



Breakfast in New York City. Somewhere in Greenwich Village.


Now a short story. This one time, I went off sugar and coffee for 3 months. It was amazing. The first two weeks were almost hell. I had headaches (I was drinking lots of coffee leading into this). I craved sweet stuff ALOT (one must know that I was eating more then my fair share of the zucchini bread from the local coffee shop). But I stuck to my guns, and after that two week period, I didn't even look at the sweets anymore, and when I did, honestly they kinda grossed me out. I knew how they would make me feel. So life is good, it's summer in Bellingham, lots of bicycle riding and rock/mountain climbing that summer. I lost 10lbs, (for me that's huge, I'm already pretty fit and super active) and had all the energy of the world.



From the same New York breakfast.


Today is February 2nd. Let's cut to the chase... I'm giving up, no no, that sounds wrong, because what I'm "giving up" is really just going to make me feel better. I am no longer going to consume coffee and sugar until November 24th. Cause that day my Mom always rolls out a really amazing homemade espresso torte that I plan on enjoying a slice of. After that date, I won't be dogmatic about it anymore, but I believe that my relationship to sweet stuff and caffeine will have changed for the better. I probably wont blog about it after this. But feel free to ask questions in the comment field at any time. What I am doing is bringing about real change in my relationship to food. I know these things don't make me feel "good". Action now.



This is a photo Deanna took of an incredible paella that her and friend Thomas made while I was at work. I was speechless when I came in the door. Tom had harvested the clams down in Skagit even!


My challenge to you. During the coming week, I challenge you to feel/listen/be "in", your body for even a short time (start with 30 seconds) during every meal that you sit down to eat. I'll explain. Our society doesn't believe it's okay to have a "body". Sometimes, a lot of the time, our body knows best. Sometimes it wants to sneeze, fart, cry, scream, laugh, run, or just wiggle and make lots of weird movements. Think of how many places "in" our society that it's OK to do these things?! They are few. We're taught to ignore our body and not listen. I am challenging you to listen. At some point in every meal, just be with your food. Don't read, don't surf the internet, don't talk, don't think about other things that you have to do, just be "in" your body while you eat. Maybe the conversation is boring, or the food is really freaking good, or your eating alone, whatever. Look for subtle reactions your body makes, changes in breath, a tensing or relaxing of different parts of the body, tingling, sensations, etc. Just observe, try not to judge. Take delight in your food! You may find after practicing this for a few days, that you start to prefer less seasonings on your food, because you are actually tasting more of the food! You may find that some foods you thought you liked, really don't appeal to you, and others that you thought maybe were bland or boring, are completely incredible. Have fun with it and enjoy food!



Deanna is quite the cook sometimes. These she busted out, meal for one! Salmon, quinoa, on mustard greens, and a cabbage/carrot salad of some sort. Food is sooo good!

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Mountain bicycling is one of my favorite things

I've been back in Beautiful, Bountiful, Breath-taking, Bellingham, Washington for almost a full two weeks now. It feels good to be back here. It is a place that I love. Not as much the city, but the hills and trails that surround it. I've been on the mountain bike exclusively, taking my camera (almost) every time, planning to get photos of the rad trails that I get to rip. I'm happy to report, the following two photos are literally the only photos that I've taken the time to snap. It's just been so hard to actually premeditate anything when you're stuck in that all-consuming body/mind experience of rallying your bike around in the woods.



Sunday, January 2, 2011

Skim the good stuff off the top

My last full day in Oregon ended with a mid-winter's skim board sesh with my brother Johnny, and brother-from-another-mother, Thomas. Nothing like ice cold water, waves, beautiful scenery, good company, and running around lots in your underwear to light the fire of life and ring in the finish of year Two Thousand and Ten.



Saturday, December 18, 2010

I have a debt to even up...

I've got a debt to even up. One of these years, I'll get back on track. But as it sits right now, I'm down one summer and up one winter... A few years back Deanna and I went to New Zealand. It is a stunningly beautiful country and the people there are equally friendly. It was an amazing trip, and I wouldn't take it back for anything, but I can't tell you how hard it was for me to give up an entire summer, go back to winter just as it's starting to really get into summer weather in the Pacific Northwest. I love the heat. Summer is my favorite season, long days, hot weather. Energy everywhere.

2008 was a wetter, cooler spring then normal in Bellingham, then I left for winter in the Southern Hemisphere. Now, I know people who do this every year, follow the snow to the hemisphere where it's currently the cash crop. I'll be the first to tell you, I'm not and never will be one of those people. I like snow sports, they are fun, but I don't love them. The sports that I love, don't (usually) involve snow.

So I'm down a summer, my body and mind and soul are down on all that expected sunshine and energy that comes with it. En Zed was nice, exciting, new, strange, incredible. But it really made me realize, how badass this land is that I grew up (and continue to grow) in.

Some photos of our trip to En-Zed. It's summer there right now... (click photos, they get big)

We hiked the Abel Tasman track. A stunning hut system on the North tip of the South Island.


Waterfall on the West coast of the South Island.
The Alps of New Zealand.


Friday, December 17, 2010

This is 'merrca. you dunt liik it, you can git out.


A pool table and beer. The only thing that could have made it better would have been, a couple fingers of scotch, a cigar, tweed suits, some really cool hats, and definitly some badass jazz music in the background. Actually, I would have taken a pipe, but I bet Allen would have chewed the crap out of a cigar. Oh, and switch Allen's glasses for a monocle. Best out of seven. Winner does nothing (aside from talk a bunch of shit until the next round), loser has to harvest the rest of the lavender from the garbage bag of dry stalks that my mom got from a friend. The bar is set. The stage is set.


Welcome to the danger zone.


Highway to the danger zone.


Just found this GF beer in Corvallis. Never seen it before, but I know St. Peter's well. I loved their Porter and Amber back in the day, and this stuff did not disappoint at all.


The games were on fire. Allen started off pretty hot and I was in the hole from the beginning.


I ended up being stripes 5 out of 7 games.


Allen working his 8-ball magic. Final tally, Patrick 3, Allen 4. At least I'll be smelling nice for the next few days.


Talent is Overrated

Karate used to be a huge part of my life. Sometimes I miss it a lot. It's a beautiful thing, and it takes zero "gear". Cycling is decidedly a gear heavy sport. Karate, Yoga, qi gong, taiji, ki aikido, all are amazing arts to practice, and they require nothing but time.

Karate, the art itself is incredible. But it was these guys (and a couple other guys and gals) who kept me coming back. It was karate that taught me that any super-computer-nerd-engineer with zero coordination, and I mean ZERO, can become incredibly adept athletically. Being relatively coordinated at sports naturally, I've always thought the best were just 'born with it'. Not true. The best work the hardest for it. I watched floppy frogs turn into super badass karate practitioners. This summer this belief was reaffirmed, I read a book called, "Talent is Overrated". It talks about everyone, business people, chess masters, athletes, etc. All the best, Warren Buffet for investing, multiple chess grandmasters, athletes, they all worked with a dogged determination. But it was not just hard work, but a brutal honesty in their assessment of progress along the way, and developing very specific goals to bring about small improvement.
From Left to Right. Teppei, Jacob, Patrick, Andy, Jason, and Tim. Circa 2000.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Five on the 15th

These photos are from the Mackenzie River Trail in Oregon. For those who have never graced her sweet curves, yeah, you're really not missing anything. Don't bother checking it out. It's a long drive, in the middle of nowhere, I mean, what if something happened and you didn't get cell phone service and you couldn't make a twit on twitter about it right at that time. That would suck. It's really not a great trail anyway, so much hype...

Of the many times I've ridden this trail, the excitement is always the same. hot, cold, sunny, cloudy, raining... That wind in your perma-grinning face of almost 30 miles of whooping, shred-tastic festival single track of what the fuck it is to love mountain biking.

These are from a trip I did with good friends from Bellingham, Matt and Kevin. September, 2006. We rallied the waz out of that trail. (don't miss out, be sure to click on the images to make them bigger.)



Thanks to Matti for this sweet picture of myself - out of mind and body.


Kevin had a few flats on this ride, silly latex tubes...


Matti, cruisin true Oregon forestry. Kevin is fixing another flat, just outside the Right of the picture.


Kevin, trying not to take the big drink.


Matti and his stumpjumper - countless moments of blissful riding.

To see more photos from this ride, click here.