No More “Guilty” Pleasures, I’ll Take Plain and Simple Regular Pleasure

The other night a friend and I laughed at how I knew all the words to some obscure Air Supply song. I’ll always have a soft spot in my heart for those tunes my younger bro and I sang  in front of the TV while watching “Solid Gold.” Up until 2 days ago, anything 1980’s or chocolate, or crocheted,  or anything resembling a cupcake were all guilty pleasures. Not anymore. The guilt is gone and I’m jammin with my Trader Joe’s gluten-free vegan ginger snaps– that I am eating sans guilt despite the sugar.

A lot of guilt goes into and comes out of changing to the “healthier” side of things, you know what I mean? But, the worst I’ve created for myself comes from what I decide I want to eat. Once  you dive into learning what goes into our food — from the ingredients to the energy, processing, and scams behind who is making money by poisoning us with chemicals, gmos, and godknowswhat, your higher self doesn’t want to go back. Healthy food makes you feel food. It tastes good. And us smart and savvy peeps have found ways to even make it cost less, prevent and heal illness and give us enough energy to stay feeling young for long.

Coming to Chicago to visit family and  make our first Bliss Tour stop has taught me that I’ve had to let go of a little bit of my  “healthy” eating. That is because ultimately, I have to eat. I have these ideas of what I am supposed to eat, what I want, what I need, what I crave and all of that. But, my experiences here have taught me just how hard it can be for the average person to make these healthy choices. Whole Foods Market is more full of processed and sugary foods, than it is of “whole foods.”  The Farmer’s Markets cost 3x as much as the one in Santa Monica, and the discount organic market has older produce that is ready for the trash.  Believe me, you can find good, organic and healthy options here. I know it. I used to live here. But, living in California spoiled with variety, convenience and price. I never had to shop at Whole Foods in California. We bought everything at the farmer’s markets.

I initially felt guilty for making choices to buy fruit and veggies that I knew were sprayed with chemicals. Our family has gotten  sick for the first time in years. We were exposed to mold. And, I originally blamed that on my poor meal planning and poor shopping decisions.

But, I think the guilt hurts more than the pesticides.  It’s proven  that not only are emotions connected to our physical health, but that our heart vibration is the strongest vibration  we emit. If our hearts are heavy with guilt, that has the potential to harm us even more than what we eat. 

Pleasure, on the other hand… pleasure has the power to raise your heart vibration and actually bring physical healing into your body. So, what if I eat my chemical-laden grapes with the utmost gratitude and pleasure? What if I just enjoy them today because they are what I have? What if I give gratitude for the experience that helped me better understand how  most people have to struggle to get healthy food? It’s gotta work.

So, that’s what I am doing now. It’s important to me  to eat the best I can because it does make me feel my best. But, if I live rigid-style how am I going to help anyone? Diets stink.  I’m glad I discovered my guilt because I realized I was living in a diet mentality. When  you are on a diet you have “forbidden’ foods. This is never going to work in reality.

Guilt is one of those complimentary emotions granted to the good-hearted, bleeding hearts. Believe it or not, it’s one of the hardest emotions to get a handle on. It took me forever to realize how selfish it is to be guilty. How that emotion strips us away from ourselves because it often involves pleasing others. The only real remedy for this is joy — doing whatever truly makes the real you happy.


The next time you feel a tinge of guilt coming from your mama, your spouse or your inner critic, try smacking that experience in the face with some pure happiness. Stop what you are doing. Stop right in the middle of doing it and focus your attention on the happy part of it.  Be thankful that you have that experience.

It may be natural to feel guilty. But, that doesn’t mean it always has to be so. You can change your story. You can find the Bliss in any moment. I’m erasing guilty feelings all day long with a simple thought, and sometimes a bite of cookie.

Rock on!



365 Books to Bliss: Book 10 — “Souled” By, Jamie Flannigan (so it’s a website, not a book…)

This blog makes my teeth sweat. I can barely breathe, barely sip my maca smoothie until I get a glimpse of what this sassy realtor from L.A. has on her mind each day. And here I am — reading a book a day (or what seems like more) in search of some BLISS through words. Souled: A Realtor with Heart by, Jamie Flannigan takes my cake, floats my boat and dances with me while I write blogs, make shakes and attempt to distract ants with incense.

I’m not a realtor.  I’m not a fashionista. I’ m definitely not a porn star. But,  I’m hooked on Jamie’s swoons of all these things. It was the Doctor Vs. Porn Star post  “The Happiest of Hours” that pushed me over the EDGE. This is the best thing I’ve read all year. Yeah yeah, so it’s only 12 days into the year. But, I’ve read 11 rather large adult books, a slew of kids books, too many websites to count and some  rather interesting  tweets.

In case you don’t know, I love words. I love playing with them and making them do things that amaze me.  And you. I spent too long in college so I could linger with books and writers and the smell of ink. Nobody has made me want to keep reading and keep asking for more like the writers and teachers I met at Columbia College in Chicago. The books I’ve read recently pale in comparison to the talent I was exposed to there. Until, I met this writer/realtor with tons of frickin soul.

God, you must think I’m her agent or something. I swear I’ m not. But, I will say that while writing the blogs for the first 9 books on my journey to Booky Bliss, I did NOT have this same tingle in my fingers.

Jamie is a word girl. She writes better than most peeps I know and it doesn’t matter what her story is, I want to read it. You, on the other hand may want to know that she blogs about the grit and the glam of girlfriends, lovers, and the lust for all things pretty.  She has regular columns like “If I was Your Realtor” and one I hope she continues, called “If You were My Boyfriend.” And, her blog is gorgeous. Go there for a taste of Bliss and eye candy, and if your day isn’t better because of it — you haven’t stayed long enough.

“Souled” is Sex and the City to the Blissed degree.

Thank You, Jamie for brightening the internet world with your love. Can’t wait to hear more from you. I will go now, before I nominate you for Priestess of Blogtopia or something.



Image Credit: Jamie flannigan

365 Books to Bliss

Description unavailable
Image by jvoves via Flickr

Writers read, right? Well, this year, I’m gonna take a pretty huge bite out of some books that I’ve been dying to read for years. And then some more.

It’s On!

Someone said I couldn’t read a book a day and blog about it this year… that’s all I needed to hear to officially challenge myself. My reading quest this year will consist of reading 1 book each day and sharing the juicy bits with you.

I don’t plan on spoiling endings for you. But, I’ll let you  in on what I got out of each book, why I was drawn to it and if and why I recommend it.

100 Years of Solitude

My heart is crying  tears outloud for how long it’s been since I read a good novel. I’ve been stuck in a non-fiction world, filling my brain with reality and it hurts. Every time I buy what looks like a great book, I ask my hubby to read it. I haven’t been allowing myself to indulge in fiction (especially  new fiction.. for like…. years (if you don’t count the fact that I read “On the Road” once a year.

100Years of Solitude By Gabriel Garcia Marquez will  pull me outa the  fliction slump. Can I read it in a day?  We shall see. I’ve been practicing with some shorter, less hilarious works to get me started.

Can I really read  365 books in 2011? We shall see! I’ll tell you for sure, I’m going to read whatever I’m drawn to, and then report honestly back to you and see what happens.
Let me know if you have any recommendations or want to join me.

Let the games begin,