Facile Belle, LLC
Personal Chef~Personal Fitness Training Services
www.facilebelle.com ~ 978-325-0606
EAT WELL.  LIVE WELL.  LOOK WELL.  FEEL WELL. BE WELL.  BE BELLE.
Facile Belle - what does that mean?????
Facile Belle
Jennifer Goulart
Amero
978-325-0606
facilebelle@yahoo.com
Facile Belle, from the French for Easy, beautiful, is all about
rediscovering your inner and outer beauty by simplifying your
life.  I believe that you can be healthy while still enjoying
wonderful  food that will make you look and feel better, and
gain  more time to take long walks, play with your children, laugh
with your partner, visit with your friends, try new things or just
be alone with yourself.  I know you can find pleasure in
movement by participating in activities that are fun and sexy,
empowering and liberating, harmonious and rhythmic, all moving
you toward a healthier, limberer, stronger, more beautiful, more
confident self.

In my studio you'll learn all sorts of culture based dance styles
while getting fit or you'll incorporate yoga and meditation into
your aggressive kickboxing punches.  

In my kitchen, I embrace the same balance of pleasure and
wellness.  By preparing foods from high quality, fresh
ingredients, I simplify the work of meal making, without
sacrificing the taste or the presentation.    

Facile Belle is about reaching out to people like the old me.  
People who had forgotten how to take care of themselves.  
People who couldn’t get past the obligations that seemed to
engulf them.  People who didn’t know about good food verses
diet food. I needed to reinvent who I was as a professional, to
accommodate my master role as "MOM" but I also wanted to do
something for people who wanted to look and feel better, but
didn’t have the knowledge, the willpower or the resources to
begin.  

Truthfully, I created the company to help people like me, or that
semi-permanent, post-partum me that I remember vividly, who I
thank for my current success but who I’d rather leave in the past
with her empty pizza boxes and her “I give up” sweat pants.  That
girl exists just past five years ago, right after the birth of my
daughter.  Her appearance taught me everything I need to know
about making the most of every second, about squeezing 90
seconds out of every minute and making every one of those
seconds as lush, and meaningful and delicious as I can.  Her
brief tenure is what got me to this place I am so happy to occupy
in the present.

It wasn’t a choice, really, it was more a matter of survival.  I, like
so many of my friends struggled along that long, obstructed road
back from childbirth, scraping for some “Me” time against a tidal
wave of parental obligations.  I, too, had walked (not run) this
road back from a fat, lazy pregnancy and a long recovery from
self-pity and self-loathing.   Each time I put out clothes for an
early morning trip to the gym, my daughter responded with an all-
nighter of hollering, crying and general rowdy sleeplessness.  
The harder I tried to rediscover the “normal” me, the harder she
pushed for my attention.  I began to feel she was trying to
sabotage my efforts.    I began to see parenthood as the end of
my life as I knew it, and I just wasn’t ready to stop being who I
was.  I liked the old me, the independent me, the pre-
motherhood me, and I had awaited her return after the delivery
of this baby like a reunion with a beloved old friend.  I really
needed her back, but I wasn’t sure she’d ever get past the tiny
gatekeeper.

After months of this game, and the resultant frustration and
depression, I finally did get that visit from my innovative old self.  
She was just as no-nonsense as I remembered.  She told me to
stop feeling bad for myself and take the situation into my own
hands.  She told me to find a way to be a mother and a wife - for
face it, that’s who I was now - without giving up on my own
identity.  She believed, no, knew, it could be done and she wasn’
t taking no for an answer.  She told me to start by getting myself
a baby backpack, and a good one.

I did it.   Many people watched me carry Julia (my baby girl) up
and down the hills in our hometown until she was foolishly large
in the contraption.  At that point, I bought a jogging stroller,
again, a good one, and now I push that around for my exercise.  I
walked for stress management.  I walked for exercise.  I walked
to steal alone time with myself and my baby. We sang songs to
each other while we walked.  We told stories and we laughed and
we learned to get both our needs met on terms that worked well
for everyone.  I decided I loved the emotional release that came
from exercise enough to make a career of it, so I got certified as
a personal trainer.  

The cooking piece of Facile Belle came soon after, when that
same old me came by to teach me a few things I’d forgotten
about food.  She helped me to reshape the way I felt about
food and to stop seeing it as an enemy to conquer but as a
beautiful part of a rich life to be enjoyed but not abused.  She
led me back to my childhood hearth, and to my mother’s kitchen
where that love of food was born and is daily fostered, but
where things like legumes, giant salads, Caribbean spices and
fresh seafood were the piece de resistance and “cream of
anything” was not on the menu.  The old me reminded me of how
to indulge my absolute love (maybe lust) for food, without
turning into a wildebeest.  She taught me to love food again,
without hating myself by getting smart about what I ate.   

My old self, my new self and my little girl created Facile Belle,
LLC the Easy, beautiful way of life.    We hope you enjoy it.