Hello Fat Pants.

I was doing some reorganizing in our basement this morning when I came across a huge unlabeled box (the horror!) and discovered it was all “before” clothes. I hate even using the word “fat” when referring to my former self. It isn’t a kind word in any context except when referring to food. I’m all about being kind to myself and others and all but when I see photos of my former self I see a fat girl. A sad girl.

So when I rifled through the box this morning not only did I find my “fat pants” but I also found maternity clothes that I had been wearing because they stretched in every which way to accommodate my growing body. I knew other moms that continued to wear them years after birth who didn’t even have a weight issue so I didn’t see a problem. (So there!)

So when I held up said “fat pants” I first asked myself, “was I REALLY that big?!” Yup. I said, “Hello Fat Pants. We meet again.” This time we met in a totally different context. I recalled that these particular pants while they had a tag that said 26W I was indeed a 28W. I Just had refused to go up yet another size. I wasn’t even sure where I would find a size 28. That was the moment that I knew I had to make a change. A healthy change for my husband. For our children. For MYSELF.

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I had fun this morning snapping photos of my now size 10 frame in my “fat pants”.

As I type this I am still on the journey for a healthy weight. I’m 20 pounds a way from a goal I never even dreamed of. Finding the “fat pants” has confirmed how far I’ve come in my own journey. I’ve lost 151lbs which is a whole person! I’ve also helped over 80 people achieve better health and release over 1300 pounds! Holy cow, that’s almost as much as an average cow! (can you tell I’ve been having fun using this cool website??)

I wish I had a photo of me in my “fat pants” but I did everything to avoid the evidence. Though, in that image I would have seen a beautiful sassy diva just screaming to get out! I’m so glad I released her. Saved her life and in turn saved myself.

Goodbye Fat Pants.

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If you or someone you know are in need of a life changing health intervention please don’t hesitate to share this post and let’s connect. I am living proof that it’s possible! #h2oUw8n4

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I got married today!

I got married today. For like, the 3rd time but this time it’s for REALSIES. It’s a long story but here it goes. We got engaged on one of Darren’s visits in from Michigan in 2005. We had planned a lovely wedding in my California hometown of Livermore for September 23, 2006 where I’d always dreamed of getting married. Ravenswood! I was so busy planning the wedding that I didn’t even realize that there was another plan for me for the next 9 months… Yup. I was pregnant. In November I moved to Michigan as planned but 3 months pregnant (not planned).

I had Blue Cross of California health insurance which ends 6 months after you move out of state so come spring I was going to have to purchase independent health insurance to cover me and the baby until our wedding in September. I thought, “this is silly.” We agreed that getting married now and getting me and our son on his insurance BEFORE he was born would be much smarter way to go. So there we were planning a wedding for February 24, 2006 in Darren’s mom’s living room.

1st wedding

Look at us all shiny and happy!

Darren arranged with his best friend Kurt to marry us. I bought a pretty new outfit for my 6 month pregnant belly, bought a bunch of purple tulips, bought Darren a shiny new tie and we said I do! I even had my mom and aunt on speakerphone in the room so they could “attend” from afar. After, my aunt said, “this is by far the weirdest wedding I’ve ever been to.” Indeed! We signed the all 3 marriage certificates, celebrated with champagne (sparkling cider for me!) and had some snacks. It was perfect!

2nd wedding

In September we had our second wedding in California. It was more of a renewal of our vows of sorts, some guests knew we were legally married already but many of them didn’t. It didn’t really matter to us, it was the celebration we had been planning for almost a year. Nolan was 3 months old and stole the show in his tuxedo. It was an incredible day spent with friends and family that we’ll never forget!

Fast forward 11 years when my mom asked for a copy of our marriage license for a change in the trust account that I had signed with my married name back in the summer. The original forms had been signed with my maiden name so the attorney requested our marriage license. We had no clue where it was. Somewhere in our house. We hadn’t seen it since our first wedding 11 years prior. We dug through the basement, bedroom, garage, office. Couldn’t find it. Our officient couldn’t find his copy either.

I gave up after a couple weeks and ordered a new one through the county website. 5 minutes and $15 later it was done. So I thought. 2 weeks later (and while in the hospital mind you) I received an email from the county that said, “We have no record of your marriage in Macomb County.  The note on the license said it was NEVER used.” Um. Yes it was. I have photos of us holding them!

Apparently the county never received their copy so it was never officially filed. This meant that we weren’t really married. Flashes of our lives, buying a house, cars, life insurance, filing taxes… all of it a lie! We were given an option to have 2 witnesses from that wedding to sign a letter saying we indeed got married. Before we could get those letters done and notarized I found our marriage license copy in a random box in our living room.

So today Darren made us official and submitted the license to the county so it can be officially filed. I had a 5 minute bachelorette party at the salon and we celebrated our 3rd wedding over a text message. Talk about a weird wedding! It feels good to finally be official! #truestory #nolongersingle

I’m THAT girl…

When I was 321 pounds I remember looking at THAT girl… the one who wasn’t skinny. The one who could stand to lose 20ish pounds. She’s healthy but not fit. You know, THAT one. The one who in my judgemental mind I could find 15 flaws with but I envied her body (I didn’t even selfishly find the perfect body). I wished I could trade with her, flaws and all just so I could make the weight disappear.

This occurred most of my life when I gave myself a moment to think about it. To really think about how miserable I was. I tried not dwell on the negative 99% of the time because really, it got me nowhere. Many people comment today about how my personality hasn’t changed much, I was happy then and I’m just a little happier now. I have a glow about me. I have to agree!

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My positive attitude certainly got me through many weeks of little scale gains throughout my journey. A gain on the scale meant a gain in knowledge for me though. A gain in self awareness, a gain in strength and a gain in motivation to do better the next week and continue on.

So now that I am to the point where I realize I AM THAT GIRL. The one I was jealous of. I’m THAT GIRL with 20ish pounds to lose… the one with 15 flaws that someone may wish they could trade for to make the weight disappear. I would give it to them in a heartbeat and even keep the 15 flaws (let’s be honest I have about 1500). Although it’s physically impossible to do it I am thrilled that as a Certified Health Coach I can help! The relationship begins as a coach/client relationship but turns into something so much more that includes a physical and mental transformation and best of all HOPE. The hope that they will become THAT girl (or guy!) too. 🙂

If that’s YOU let’s talk about it. It’s completely confidential and doesn’t cost a cent to just hear what I have to offer. I can be reached at 586.549.6224 or by email jillannclark@gmail.com.

6 months in!

6 months into my new health program with a personal health coach and I am so close to my goal weight I can taste it! I’ve lost 43lbs since February (which makes for a total of 135lbs lost to date) and who know how many inches (why didn’t I measure myself?! Oh I know why. I thought this would be another program that wouldn’t work…) but I went from an XL/Size 16 to a Medium/Size 12. I have about 25lbs more to go to get to my initial goal weight of 160. Check this before and after out!

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My non scale victories (NSV) have been probably more rewarding than the numbers on the scale.  My energy level has been through the roof, my mental clarity has returned after having kids and clothes shopping is actually FUN now!

I’ve been personally coaching about 25 clients with this program over the past few months and overall they have lost over 200lbs! I absolutely LOVE helping others achieve optimal health and feel incredible! My own coach has been such an integral part of my success and she has been such an incredible mentor and friend.

One of my favorite clients of course is my husband! He’s lost an incredible 40lbs and is seriously on a mission to relieve the pressure on his bad knees as he prepares for a knee replacement. He may have been the toughest client yet but I’m super proud of him!

I truly believe that this program has transformed my life. As I continue with my journey to optimal health I realize I will not be a “new” person as I reach my goals. Instead I am shedding layers of doubt, fear, and negative self talk that have existed for so many years. The more I progress, the more I am feeling connected to my true self. I hope you are too! If you’re not, let your journey begin today. Don’t wait another minute.

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Finding a Friend in Weird Places…

When I was in the hospital the first time I was there for 2 days in the CDU while they found a bed for me upstairs. Once I was transferred to the 5th floor  I was placed in room 531 and had a nice window seat with a view.

When they moved a roommate in a couple hours later, a woman in her 50’s.  I didn’t think much of her until her crazy started showing. I told her I was going to take a nap because my headache was pretty intense. This is when she decided to make a few phone calls. 9 total. Including one for a mani/pedi for Friday. Plus, to make matters worse she was a loud talker. You know THOSE people. I now knew more about Loud Lynn than I ever wanted to know from this hour of what was supposed to be nap time. She then tried to tell me that I was screaming,”Don’t hurt her!” in my sleep. Even though I wasn’t sleeping. She began complaining to Nurse Brian that it wasn’t fair that I could get around without help and she had a restricted diet. She was in tears and Nurse Brian told her to worry less about others and focus on herself (what a pro!). When a friend came to visit me with her young daughter she interrupted our entire conversation whenever she wanted to including at inappropriate times like when we were discussing my friends grandfather’s funeral the weekend before. Her comments were inappropriate and unwanted but we were kind to her none the less.

After the delusional incident I immediately texted my husband Nurse Brian’s direct phone number and begged him to to tell Brian to move me ASAP. I couldn’t deal with Loud Loony Lynn any longer. I was nervous about how the process would go down, but Nurse Brian is a total pro. About an hour later he peaked around my curtain and said, “oh Jill! We are going to need to move you closer to the nurses station because of the heparin you’re on.” I gave him a huge double thumbs up behind the curtain and mouthed “thank you” and said, “Oh, OK.”

That’s when I was moved into room 527, not a window seat but I didn’t care. I just needed a nap and someone normal. My new roommate was a young lady, pretty blond, maybe 30ish. She had obviously been there for some time, she had a ton of flowers, balloons and plants on her side of the room. She had the prettiest blanket on her bed too which reminded me of the blanket that I had gotten for a birthday present that year from my coworker. Mental note, tell hubby to bring it next visit. She seemed normal but so did Loud Loony Lynn at first.

Quickly, I found out that her name was Amy. She had so many people coming in and out all day  (poor Loud Lynn didn’t have any visitors). If she had this many caring people in her life I was pretty certain she wasn’t crazy and maybe this was a good change. It couldn’t be worse than Loud Lynn.

The evening came and went, the next day I snooped and found her last name on her empty IV bag that was on the counter by the sink in our room. I stalked her Facebook page and found that we had 2 mutual friends, one nail tech and a mom of the kids’ friends. I said, “So Amy, I stalked your facebook page and we have 2 mutual friends!” I asked her how she knew the two people and discovered that we had so much more in common. She was also a singer, had worked in a nearby salon to mine, and knew many people from a local church that we also knew. Our friendship began to bloom in that very moment.

Amy was there for pancreatitis which was a result of her Sphincter of Oddi Dysfunction. She’s been dealing with the dysfunction for over 14 years now. She was in a ton of pain and had a feeding tube since she couldn’t eat anything without pain. She had been there for over 40 days.

We got Campus Passes which allowed us to roam freely throughout the entire hospital, (IV poles in tow) including being able to go to the cafeteria and the outdoor courtyard for fresh air. We would go “downtown” (downstairs) and go to the “mall” (the gift shop) and to Starbucks for a latte. Anything that made us feel more “normal” made for a good day. We became well known downtown, enough that they stopped asking us for our Campus passes!

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We introduced each other to our family and friends who came to visit. Some I got to know better than others like her parents and best friend who came almost every day. Some mornings I had to threaten some if they woke her up after a rough night the night before. We even got pedicures in the room together! We had become hospital bffs.

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Here we are getting our pedis! #dormroom

On day 11 I had a feeling the next day I would be sent home. As much as I wanted to be home with my family I knew I would miss Amy terribly. We cried that night as we both sat in her bed and her dad prayed for us right then and there. It was confirmed in that moment that God had brought us together for a reason.

 

I was finally being sent home the next day, we said our goodbyes, and promised to stay in touch. I made sure her nurse knew that Amy was to have my IV pole with the cool tray/handle too (those things really need cup holders!). I was glad to be in my own bed and get uninterrupted sleep (no one to change the trash bag at 5am and roll the scale in to weigh Amy at 5:30am!). It was definitely weird being away from the hospital and Amy. We texted a lot and I went to visit her in “our room” the day after. We joked about me returning never thinking it’d actually happen. The next day some of my symptoms returned and there I was in the ER once again and guess who came downstairs to greet me?! Yup, Amy!

I spent a day in the CDU and 2 days in a room on the 2nd floor without a bathroom and a shower. On that third day I was still waiting to be admitted (or not!) and was able to get another Campus Pass (no one in that wing had ever heard of such a thing!). I snuck to Amy’s room to shower while we waited for the news. Her roommate had just been released and the bed was empty (there’s God working again!). We had already asked the floor nurses if I could get my old bed if I got admitted again. Amy wouldn’t let it go and really worked hard to make it all happen. Once we got the news that I had been admitted all the pieces fell into place and we were back together again in room 527!

It was business as usual for the next 7 days. We became closer and closer and thanked God for bringing us together. It was the day before Thanksgiving when we were both sent home but that wasn’t the end of our story. We see each other regularly and talk often. It’s never a dull moment with us. The #hospitalbffs!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

3 months in…

So a lot has happened in the last 3 months since trying out a new health program! Month 1 I lost over 10lbs, Month 2 I was at almost 20lbs shed and by month 3 I decided it was time to become a coach myself since so many people were noticing my incredible results and asking me what I was doing.  Here is my before and after for the first few months.

17880518_10154507627073097_735795765422978222_oIncredible right?!?! I had no idea how much my body had changed in that time since I look at myself every single day. This is why it’s so important to document with measurements and photos along your health journey!

My experience with the program and being a health coach has enlightened me in so many ways. I’m much more accountable and really want to be a good example for all my clients. I absolutely LOVE helping others achieve optimal health and feel incredible!

Are you ready to transform your body and mind? I can help! Email me at jillannclark@gmail.com and lets chat!

 

Week 1 Results!

Just completed Week 1 of working with a health coach and here are my results! I’m thrilled!

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I stayed 99% on track (I snuck 2 bites of pineapple while cutting one up for the kids) and it was so easy. Eating 6 times a day has really made a huge difference.  I’m not starving at any given time.  Just when I’m starting to feel a little hungry it’s time to eat again!

I’ve loved finding out that a couple friends are doing the same plan, one is 4 weeks out (down 28lbs) and the other 6 (down 17lbs) which is super encouraging and helpful! This plan has an amazing community.

I’m really enjoying cooking hnew recipes (especially the “dupes” like this one) and can I just say that my energy level had kicked up about 26 notches?! On day 5 the fat burn kicked in and hasn’t quit since. I’ve slept better (as good as i can with a 3 month old puppy) and really have a lot more motivation to get things done.  I haven’t had this much energy since I had my kids over 10 years ago. That alone has been worth it!

Week 2, here I come!