tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74710245536043646322023-06-20T06:04:06.726-07:00The Steven Fullen ProjectThe Steven Fullen Projecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202949412952004493noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471024553604364632.post-69417582363222341732010-01-24T15:11:00.000-08:002010-01-24T15:19:06.895-08:00Steve's IntroductionSo this is Steve. Heather has given you all a pretty good idea of why this blog is here. What I want out of it, still trying to navigate. Maybe it is to motivate me. I am no longer content in my daily routine and cannot imagine my life stretching out towards the grave in this manner anymore. Can getting into shape keep me from having another surgery, will it help alleviate my chronic pain (caused by sports injuries and congenital defect), and will I be happier?<br /><br />I have been taking Heather's advice for quite some time but not going into high gear. Maybe i had to motivate myself to this point so here we go. I am keeping track of my diet, excercise, weight, size, and general sense of well-being. I am trying to live what Heather preaches. I am excluding processed food and trying to eliminate my exposure to hazardous chemicals that are introduced into our systems through the food we eat and items we store it in. This is going to be a chanllenge but I have amazing support, maybe more than I ever have. So here we go...The Steven Fullen Projecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202949412952004493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471024553604364632.post-88213194221944049972010-01-18T17:19:00.000-08:002010-01-23T17:21:08.874-08:00Heather's Side: Setting Sail<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Girl meets boy, boy meets girl.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Girl tells boy that his shoe looks weird.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Boy tells girl that his shoe is that way because his hip is messed up and it’s the only way he can walk somewhat normally.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Girl feels like a jerk and resolves to keep her damn mouth shut from then on.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(She doesn’t.)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Fast-forward about 18 years, and we’ve both aged, matured (somewhat), and forgotten that long-ago exchange in front of the high school waiting for a bus.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Well, one of us forgot it.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The other one, that would be me, still feels like a jerk, especially upon learning that her old friend from grade school has undergone more medical procedures, life-changing calamities, bone-degenerative disease, and back surgeries than any guy in his mid-30s should.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It’s not like I felt guilty or anything; none of that was my fault.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I felt like a jerk because up until learning that, I had been prancing around preaching to everyone about clean eating,</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">cheer-leading about getting to the gym, and generally bugging everyone around me to quit complaining and get healthy.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So it was kind of a wake-up call that some people have legitimate reasons to complain, and quality time with an elliptical isn’t always the cure-all.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We reconnected like so many do these days, on Facebook.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Upon seeing that we had about 55 kazillion mutual friends, one of us sent the other a friend request, and the obligatory “what’s new with you,” exchange began.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But, instead of commenting politely on pictures of each other’s children and then sliding back into the anonymous Internet, it started to become clear that our current interests and places in life were more connected than we realized.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I don’t want to get all metaphysical on you, but it seemed like the Gods of Facebook had connected us for a reason.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I know.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Roll your eyes.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I did too when I wrote that.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But what I mean is that as we talked, it seemed like my penchant for hassling people about their personal state of wellness was what he was needing to get out of the slump he felt he was in.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Steve knew he had health issues that could be helped by losing weight, eating better, and getting some exercise.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I don’t want to take all of the credit, but I think some of my enthusiasm for a clean and healthy lifestyle started to rub off on him, and before I knew it I had included him in my list of projects, whether he wanted to be there or not.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Turns out he did.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After a few months of casual chiding, good-natured harassment, and genuinely-concerned check-ins on his progress, Steve turned the tables.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He was serious about getting healthy and wanted me to help.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Now, helping people get healthy is something I do every day, but this was different.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Steve had more to worry about than just losing some weight; he was facing additional surgeries and a lifetime of health risks if he didn’t take control of things in quick order. And to be honest,</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I am far from qualified to tackle the job.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I’m not a nutritionist, trainer, or wellness professional.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I’m just a bossy girl with a lot of anecdotal experience and a large enough text limit on her phone plan to harass a good number of people about their health goals each day.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But it turned out that I had some deadlines of my own.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Just as getting healthy had been on Steve’s back burner for a while, becoming qualified to tackle a job of this sort has been on my own bucket list.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Connecting with me on Facebook may have been the catalyst for reigniting a healthier lifestyle for Steve, and my connecting with him seemed like the slap in the face that it was high time I practice what I preach and get certified.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So, here we go.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I’m flattered and a little humbled that Steve has asked me to navigate these waters with him, but I’m pretty sure we’re both going to find new land before its all said and done. ~Heather</span></p></span>The Steven Fullen Projecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202949412952004493noreply@blogger.com0