Green light!

The book, Diary of a Part-Time Monk, chronicling the full version of the story contained within this blog, including more background on the beer, church connections, as well as fasting and health issues. To order, you can access Old Line Publishing here.

The book will also be available at both Amazon (in a few days) and Barnes & Noble (in 2-3 weeks) in both paperback and e-book style, in case you’re a Nook or Kindle type of person.

I’m doing a “book tour” of sorts (some of which is “barrel-aged,” featuring kegs of the barrel-aged version of the beer I drank during the fast). Check my Calendar page at brewvana to see if I’ll be in your neck of the woods; if so, please come out and say hello/share a beer with me. If you own a brewery, bar or bookstore and would like to line up an event, shoot me an email at jwilson[AT] brewvana [DOT] net.

Thanks for following the adventure, and I hope you enjoy the book. To keep up with my ongoing beery shenanigans, tune in to brewvana, my “regular” blog, or  follow me on Twitter here.


I can hardly believe I was able to post every day of that 46 day adventure. It’s been a rapid four months and finally I carve out a moment to mention that I am, in fact, working with a publisher, the writing’s going well and if the train stays on the track, we’ll be releasing the book around October 28 of this year.

Stay tuned for more details!

After F*A*S*T

Time flies when you’re eating food!

Ten days have elapsed and I’ve found many wonderful culinary delights since that first bacon smoothie passed my lips shortly after midnight on Easter. And it hasn’t all gone according to my original plan.

All my research told me that I would need to ease back into my diet carefully, so, with the exception of that little bacon treat, that’s what I planned to do. Smoothies, orange juice, guacamole. I also planned to target some foods that are known to be beneficial to the old liver and kidneys–two organs that I’ve been beating up on as of late. Broccoli, cabbage, cauliflower and Brussels sprouts were on my agenda.

So my first meal was a bacon smoothie, with two strips of bacon on the side–it just seemed like the right thing to do. I accompanied it with a little fresh broccoli. Later, I made myself a cocoa-peanut butter-banana smoothie with a side order of cabbage. Yum.

Honestly, I didn’t want to be one of those people that only shows up to church on Easter and Christmas Eve, but despite not having a “church home” at present, I really wanted to go, so we attended the Easter service at Rev. Rummer’s church. The service was part of a really refreshing morning, made all the better by the explosion of flavor I found in a simple glass of orange juice.

Prior to heading out for the service, I discovered that Michelle had bought the boys a really nice, spiral-sliced ham. I put it in the oven, and we departed. When we returned, I pulled it out to check its progress and decided that it would be a spectacular idea to make gravy from the drippings, since the boys wanted mashed potatoes. I’m the gravy maker in our family, and this batch would have made Picasso jealous. I tasted it, and decided that I, too, would have a little mashed potatoes and gravy–they’re both soft, after all. And I figured a bite or two of ham couldn’t hurt.

Crazy good, it was. And my belly rejected it not. So I had a little more. And a couple of deviled eggs. I needed a nap, but not a trip to the emergency room. I was full sooner than normal, but in no discomfort. After my rest, I set myself to my planned task of brewing 10 gallons of beer–five each of Berliner Weisse (for late summer) and a Belgian wheat fermented with dates. After all that lifting and whatnot, I was ready for more mashed potatoes. And ham.

And still felt good. We reflected on the day, noticing that unbeknownst to us, as everyone had supported me with the best of attitudes all along, this day of us pooling a feast was sheer delight. We’d missed it. It had been a gaping hole in our last six weeks.

Our drooling over the deliciousness of the gravy enticed Michelle, and I’m happy to report that she is an omnivore once again!

On “Day 2” there didn’t seem to be any reason to hold back, so I had a blueberry-kale smoothie for breakfast, leftovers for lunch and Michelle fired up a batch of sour cream chicken enchiladas, a family favorite, and guacamole. Yep, Michelle ate the enchiladas, and like me, she is back to “normal.”

It’s been a great week of appreciation and rediscovery. My only tummy-frown came on Wednesday, when I had lunch with one of my favorite octogenarians at a local grease hole restaurant. The company was delightful, but the burned out oil didn’t feel right.

With firm resolve to reestablish my weight, I can report that in 10 days I’ve put on 13 pounds. Which sounds bad. Anywhere from 2-7 more will be fine. I smoked bacon, ribs and pulled pork with the boys on Saturday and on Sunday we had a successful morel mushroom hunting expedition.

I’ve exercised quite a bit to ensure I don’t just turn to fat, I’ve hit a lot of those liver and kidney foods, and I had Michelle design me a yoga practice that targets those organs, as well. Much like my initial effort to plump up before the fast, the key has been several small meals per day. And these last two, I’ve laid off a bit, knowing I’m nearing my stopping point and readying my gut to find its appropriate plateau.

All is well. I’ll update this blog if it seems pertinent, but if you’d like to continue following my exploits, I’ll point you toward brewvana, my “regular” blog, to which I’ll be returning with greater fervor now that this side project has run its course.

Again, thanks for tuning in.


Gallery is up

Day 43-KCCI's follow up piece shows a leaner machine when side-by-side with Day 1

Michelle suggested taking photos every day of the fast just to track my melting, and so I’ve accumulated a few of those shots and put them up on a Gallery Page, in case you’re interested, which you can find here.

I know some folks are interested to hear about the breaking of the fast and how things are going, so I’ll try to put up a post detailing my first week or so “back.” I have a lot happening this weekend, but will try to do that in the early part of next week.

Peace and Pints!


The weight guess winner

Back on Day 30 , I initiated a contest to see who might be able to guess my final gravity. Though there were two guesses of 134.5 and one guess of 134.8, that winner was Ben, who correctly guessed 135 pounds on April 7.

And he wins!

I’ve contacted Ben, and as soon as I get his address, he’ll have a copy of Beginning Homebrew on the way to his mailbox.

Congratulations, Ben!

Day 46, Part 2

“The unexamined life is not worth living.”


Since there have been a few negative reactions to my anticlimactic journey’s final post, I thought I’d take a moment to clarify. Following that, the world is free to agree or disagree with me.

In short, some of my final Day 46 remarks offended a few of my Catholic readers. I’ve read it over a few times and have decided to talk about three areas of the post to clarify my thoughts and language. Clarity  is always helpful–after drinking beer and eating no food for 46 days, I hope folks will understand that fatigue was certainly setting in. That I didn’t get grumpy and blatantly attack the neo-prohibitionist denominations out there during this journey is a minor miracle.

In addition to putting up 46 generally pensive posts, as well as conducting countless interviews and writing a whole lot more on my own time, it’s easy for me to have forgotten what I said, did or wrote where. Further, many blog posts, and certainly all of these, are basically short, first-drafts. On top of this “part-time” project, I have a family and full-time job.

Offensive Statement #1

“Some Catholics have construed the spiritual element of my journey to be my willingness to give penance.”

Reason #1

This wasn’t a broad-brushed indictment on the Catholic church. This was a statement made in response to comments or emails I’ve received in the last few weeks. People alluded to my willingness to give penance in this way. But as I’ve said from the beginning, this isn’t why I took on the project. The second part of the opening paragraph explains why: “my historical study into this beer legend.” As I said, I had an “openness to spiritually-thrust enlightenment.” But that wasn’t the primary reason for the project. The media hasn’t been helpful. I’ve been clear about my intentions, but some TV stations and print publications sidestepped my clarity. Or they used sub-headers like, “and he’s doing it for religious reasons.”

Not exactly. I clarified that whenever I was live somewhere, whenever I could fit it in.

Offensive Statement #2

“I believe that God forgives when we ask it, and not for the number of Our Fathers or Hail Marys we lift up or for simply attending confession.”

Reason #2

I don’t have a problem with Our Fathers or Hail Marys or confession. I think they have value. I simply stated that “I believe that God forgives when we ask it” and that “Confession and forgiveness can happen anywhere.” If someone wants to dispute that “maintaining an open communication line with God” is a lousy idea, I’d like to hear their arguments, though I’ll be honest, I’m not likely to buy them.

One piece of this story that really didn’t make it to the blog was my time at Conception Abbey. It was an amazing, eye-opening experience, and I wrote 14 pages while I was down there. I acquired a new respect for the Catholic church while I was there, but only posted a short piece of video to cover that time. I wasn’t going to post 14 pages on a blog and I didn’t know where to start to distill it down.

Offensive Statement #3

“Confession and forgiveness can happen anywhere, and the key is more about maintaining an open communication line with God, and not in donning a suit and nodding off for an hour on Sundays. Sitting in a church doesn’t make one a Christian any more than sitting in a garage makes one a car.”

Reason #3

Just because this project started with a group of Catholic monks, doesn’t mean that my thoughts are limited to the Catholic denomination. As I’ve said before, I don’t care about denominations. The common denominator among them is Christ. That’s the part that I personally choose to focus on. So it’s important for me to point out that people don suits in all churches and don’t necessarily take Christ seriously in their lives.

I grew up in a small town where everybody knows everybody, and occasionally my mom forced me to go to church. There, I found people who surprised me. I’d seen them in other contexts, and the church didn’t seem to “suit” them. That’s a problem I’ve had with Christians all my life. Some of them are poseurs. And that cuts across all denominations.

Other thoughts

The aforementioned words by Socrates sum up my view on life. I asked a lot of questions about God and the church when I was a kid, and I shied well away from them both for a long time. Not everyone who was brought up Catholic stays there. They call themselves “recovering Catholics.” For some, it happens the other way around. Some come to God having been brought up with no church background at all.

We are all different. Thank God.

I still interrogate life and God and the church. If I’m to crack on this denomination or that, it would be the ones who pretend that Jesus didn’t drink wine (or wine with alcohol in it) or don’t acknowledge that the Bible contains 27 references to wine as a blessing or 20 references to the loss of wine or strong drink as an example of God’s curse.

I’m a nice guy, but some things need not be sugar-coated. During Day 46, I had more in my head than I had contained in the post, and for that, I’m sorry.

Unfortunately, these issues distracted a few from some of the “meat” of the post, in which I challenged myself to continue “always on the path, always growing.” I mentioned that I had discovered as so many from cultures all across the globe had before me, that there is a lot of value to fasting. My experience reinforced my beliefs that today’s culture of excess breeds waste and gluttony. I discovered that my body (and probably yours too) is capable of so much more than I could ever fully realize.

With any luck, I’ll have the good sense to apply these tidbits to my life.

Cheers, all!


Day 46

Some Catholics have construed the spiritual element of my journey to be my willingness to give penance, though for me it was primarily an openness to spiritually-thrust enlightenment during the time of my historical study into this beer legend.

Of course, God will have noticed my sacrifice, knowing my deep-rooted personal self, and appreciate that I would so willingly “endure” it. But for me, penance wasn’t the reason behind this fast. There was history and wisdom to be farmed out of this ground. I believe that God forgives when we ask it, and not for the number of Our Fathers or Hail Marys we lift up or for simply attending confession.

Confession and forgiveness can happen anywhere, and the key is more about maintaining an open communication line with God, not in donning a suit and nodding off for an hour on Sundays. Sitting in a church doesn’t make one a Christian any more than sitting in a garage makes one a car.

In the early days of this journey, I worked through a “Monk in the World” curriculum put out by Abbey of the Arts, and feel compelled to return to a few words that struck a chord for the long haul:

“As monks in the world, we are always on the path, always growing, we never fully arrive and so we always have more to learn… [Being a monk in the world] is not something we simply become and arrive fully. It means being committed to the process of discovery, a transformation of a lifetime.”

As an avid cook, I know that simple, uncomplicated ingredients can open up a world of health and pleasure. Going without food for a time can heighten appreciation for food and many other elements of life, while cleansing and fine-tuning the body and spirit. As many cultures over history have discovered, there is a lot of value to fasting.

Today’s culture of excess breeds waste and gluttony, and if the Roman Empire could fall like so many others over history, then perhaps it isn’t farfetched to consider that ours might too. It is paramount for future generations for us to develop sustainable practices and steer away from our commodity lifestyle of fast and over-processed food.

Maybe I didn’t get all the nutrients I needed these last few weeks, protein especially, but for a short burst of fast-induced focus, proved that one could not only survive, but thrive, on a simple diet of beer and water. Somebody call Myth Busters.

We are capable of more than we will ever fully realize. I walk away alive, well and with a stronger understanding of discipline, focus and priorities. This journey ends, but it’s a stepping off point for what comes next. If I have the good sense to apply it to my life.

Thanks for being a part of the journey.

Peace and Pints!


(yesterday: 132; today: 135)

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