Sunday, January 31, 2016

In Bed With Bread {60 Days of Grain Free Living}

Intro - Day One

I love bread. Bread loves me. Bread loves up on my belly, thighs, arms and butt like it’s his job. Bread caresses me when I’m feeling lonely, and picks me up when I’m feeling down. Bread has always been there for me, and always will be. I love bread....a little too much. I love bread so much, but I couldn’t stop with just having bread as a lover. Bread has all of these tantalizing cousins to get sticky with. The sweetness of Apple Fritters and the buttery goodness of a croissant have soothed my soul on many occasions. Bread didn’t even care, and just watched and whispered “Go ahead, I know you’ll still want me. Maybe now more than ever. Enjoy. I know you’ll be back.” I don’t care how elusive and flakey my darling croissant has been, he’s still my favorite. Maybe it’s the accent. I’ve been in bed with bread (and friends) for a very....long.... time. 

Since I was a child I’ve found comfort and solace knowing I could get a hot piece of bread any ole time. I know it seems young to get hooked, but it was love at first bite. Bread just lays around waiting for me to devour it in any given moment, not necessarily with rhyme or reason. Bread and I have enjoyed many random quickies and plenty of long, lavish meals together. I’ve been with bread and the whole wheat family. I’ve rolled around with all of the grains and really gotten with gluten in a pretty promiscuous way. I must change my wicked ways, or bread with have it’s way with me again and again, I’ll keep crawling back, I’ll loose control and then.... 

The guilt, the cravings, the mood swings, the bloating, the aches and pain, the inflammation, the foggy brain and weight gain. It’s all such a big price to pay.
It’s no longer worth it! This love affair is not healthy. 

I’m sick of opening my mouth to bread for a late night booty call. All bread has ever wanted to do is get inside me, make me sick, and then I feel like a loser for getting in bed with bread once more. I know bread doesn’t really love me! I also know I don’t really love bread. It’s my candida that actually feeds on the sugary sticky stuff that bread leaves me inside me. And do you know what bread babies look like? A fat and dimpled ass, that’s what. F#@& bread! That’s right! You heard me. I AM BREAKING UP WITH BREAD. As for you Gluten, you can go back to the bloated hell from which you came!
You yummy pastries can go stick you sweetness somewhere else! I’M THROUGH!

For all the ladies (and gents) out there who have been in an unhealthy relationship with bread, I feel you my party people! It’s been one hell of wild and delicious ride, but this is my stop. If you would like to join me in this mass break up with bread, I have a support group on facebook that will be very helpful when you get that late night desire to toast and butter that bad boy. Just say ‘No!’ You really have to tell yourself that ‘No’ means ‘No’, and that’s that. The cravings will pass, and so will the excess weight, mood swings, joint pain, forgetfulness, sugar crashes and low energy levels. I am choosing a healthier path, and it might not feel easy at first, or ever. But I have been convicted by Great Spirit to improve my body temple in the holiest ways, and to eat food closer to the earth. I am listening to this calling, and trusting it will greatly enhance my quality of life and ability to serve humanity.

The big questions is....Who to love instead of bread? There are so many FRESH and CLEAN lovers out there! Not that dirty, good for no nutrition bread. Ugh, I can’t believe I literally bought into breads BS for so long! He never cared about my health and wellbeing, only satisfying my cravings to be filled up. This was so temporary and unfulfilling. I forgive myself (and bread) and will focus from now on only on food friends that truly nourish me. There may be times when I feel like there is gaping hole where bread and I used to live together. When I feel that emptiness, I’ll realize that its actually my small intestine clearing out the glue and gunk that bread left behind. The emptiness is good. The absence of bread will open up a new space for healing foods friends to repair any damage. Ahhhhh.....deep breath in, and out. A sigh of relief! 

From now on when I choose a food friend it’s going to be one I know will nourish me and support my goals and dreams. Being on stage as a physique competitor before having children is one of those goals. I am about ten pounds of fat and 7 months of workouts away from that goal, so there will have to be some sacrifice, which I am happy to give. At first it will be hard, because bread is sooooo easy. It’s right there, ready and waiting for you to put something on it and shove it in. But no, I will not be led astray by such connivence. I have some strategies I will share here now.

How To Be Successful in Breaking Up With Bread:
  1. Don’t buy it! (Stay tuned for a grocery list on Day 2). 
  2. Meal PLAN (Day 3 is all about this amazing art).
  3. Meal PREP! (Don’t get hangry, Day 4 reveals all).
  4. Get another lover! (Bread substitutes coming on Day 5).
  5. Focus on THE RESULTS you want! (Day 6 is how to make a vision board to remind you daily of the reality you are creating.)

I hope this article inspires you to be a healthier, happier, holier version of you. You are PERFECT just as you are, and we are always in the making, be molded daily by The Creator. “Give us this day our daily....salad!” will be my new motto! Let me know how I can help you on your OWN life journey. I am here, and doing the work. I am here to HELP YOU do the work, too! One step at a time. To schedule a LifeStyle Consultation with me email me here. In the mean time, whether you’re in bed with bread or finally getting out, you’re exactly where you need to be, so simply love yourself
Thanks for reading!

As One,
Shellie White Light
LifeStyle Consultant & Muse

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Saturday, January 16, 2016

Perfection Sucks

WHOA! Is it really the 16th day of the 16th year of the MILLENNIUM?!
It seems we are moving at the 'speed of life'. Even this little  Light can hardly keep up!
I have been busy, obviously. I am loving it, yet also need to take time to smell the scent of my fingers setting this keyboard on fire! I want to share my life with you so that you can benefit from all of the work I do. If I am 'too busy', then I am not serving you. From this point forward, you WILL be reading more from me. Busy or not, I am a writer. Let it be known!

I have not written anything on this blog in a while, and part of the reason for the is because I was 'waiting'. Waiting for the 'right time' or the 'right day' to inform you about the 'right subject matter', waiting for my perfect website to be ready. Then I finally called myself on a very serious dis-ease I have developed in my entrepreneurial years called "Paralysis by Perfection". This means not doing it at all because you don't think it's right or ready yet. This is crap. I will not allow myself to fall victim to such garbage. Nor will I allow you to fall into this trap! As I type these words, will a thousand 'other things to do', I am breaking down the walls of this Perfection Paralysis and beginning a new.

I had these debilitating thoughts that sounds like this:
"It has to be perfect, it has to be right, they have to be ready, I'm not ready, it's not good enough."
That's all there is to it.
(You can quote me on that ;)

Even though I have a new hoop class, got a new massage job, purchased a car, am working on two separate residual income businesses, writing meal plans, meal prepping, working out six days a week AND finding time socialize....I can still write a blog for you weekly. And, I will! Happily.

I realize what truly feeds me. I am filled up when I see another's cup overflowing, especially when only moments ago it was empty. I am a muse. A muse is one who (according to Webster) "a woman that is the source of inspiration for a creative artist". I am that. I am my own muse, and desire to me an inspiration for YOU as your creative, artistic self.

"But I am not an artist", you mind lies to you. YES YOU ARE! LIFE is ART.
Our words are our art.
Our actions are our art.
Our jobs and ways of earning money, this is also art.
Parenting is art.
Everything is art.
Therefore, we are all artists.

I am a muse for each of you, no matter what you do.

This is a declaration, a proclamation for myself and all of you.


How have you created your life today?

If you would like coaching on how to create a life that you love to live, with the tools to live it powerfully, I am here. I take on ONE private coaching client a month. Is it you? :) Are you ready?
YES. You choose when you are ready, not the circumstances of your life.

I have a variety of ways to assist you in becoming the force you want to be in this world.
Email me here if this piques your interest.

Until next time, cheers to living in the moment, with grateful breath and love at the center.
Blessings to you and all who love.
Aloha Nui Loa xo

One in Heart,
Shellie White Light

PS. One of the ways I am able to live on my own terms is working for myself and my affiliations with other companies that create residual income. If you are interested in learning more about these companies and how creating residual income works, email me here. Aloha!