FIT@50: An Odd Space For A Kettlebell

 

FIT@50

This was fun. Going to the gym and not really sure where to move to get out of everyone’s way. So there’s this guy, big guy, and he’s pushing the earth off his chest on the bench press.

There’s like two feet of space between him and the other guy grunting like he’s trapped in a mouse hole with an angry cat on his trail.

I grab a kettlebell and begin doing something useless to warm up that involved a lot of bending and stretching, but just shy of becoming a Richard Simmons’ routine.

The mirror shows both guys impatiently waiting. I suddenly feel like I’m there as entertainment for them and I pick up my kettlebell and slip into a corner.

Yeah, I’ll admit that standing in the middle of the open floor space probably wasn’t wise, but hold on, I’m going to say it, “Nobody puts baby in the corner.”

Thankfully it got much better after that. Mostly because Atlas set the world back on its axis and grunty-grunter’s wife showed up and they became more interested in what was on TV than my location.

The best part of this workout was when I experienced for the first time in about 7 years that my t-shirt felt more snug around my chest and arms than it did around my gut.

I snapped this pic of a barbell I found on the floor. No actually, I was using it. But, for the first time in so long I cared nothing about how much it weighed, and everything about how it made me feel. It made me feel healthy.

It’s way too early in the fight to proclaim that I’ve reclaimed not just my health, but my joy. Although, this is the best I’ve felt about my chances of taking control in a long time.

It’s an odd shackle when the devil tells you that there’s still too much work left to be done at the desk, and I shouldn’t leave Leah to go exercise. The last few weeks I’ve been able to free myself of the guilt of turning in less than a 16 hour day, to dedicate an hour to my fitness.

So, in reality, who cares how much weight sits on either end of that bar? I’m here and that’s what counts.

Do Good,
Scott

FIT@50: An Odd Space For A Kettlebell

FIT@50: Let’s Do This

FIT@50

Several years ago I began to journal my journey toward turning 50. It was intended to encourage a move for getting back into top shape. Instead, it became a reflection of maturing into the next 50 years.

So here we are almost 3 years since my 50th birthday, and although life has been a blessing, I’ve done nothing to restore my health other than relying on great genetics.

As the body would soon tell, living a sedentary work-from-home lifestyle eventually overcame DNA. Especially with a daily diet of ice cream and bags of Oreo cookies.

Like any reluctant 50+ year old guy, I delayed “that” physical for as long as I could. As anyone could guess, the visit didn’t go well, but was a long way from good.

Now I’ll spare you the results, except to say things have got to change, unless this heart wants an attack in a few short years. While there’s not much we can actually control, this is one thing I can definitely influence.

Leah & I have always been transparent in an effort to encourage people to be decent to others in all aspects of life. I feel moved to restart my FIT@50 in hopes of:

– Holding myself accountable
– Encouraging men to take their health serious at this stage
– Combining faith, marriage & life with a healthy balance
– Getting others to see the long-term effects of poor habits
– Returning to the joy of sharing my thoughts on anything from exercise to couch pillows (I said balance, remember?)

I promise, this isn’t a “gym rat” adventure. But I did return to that place I once loved. Except it was different because someone had made what used to be light weights, feel heavy and immovable.

Do Good,
Scott

FIT@50: Let’s Do This

FIT@50 / week 60

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FIT@50 / week 60
Freedom:
 
It is difficult to free fools from the chains they revere.” Voltaire, the 18th century poet said.
 
We strap many chains about us at various times in our lives. Some are born unto us, most others are self adorned. In my quest to become FIT, I’ve worked to identify the chains continuing to hold me back, or down.
 
It’s easy to know that ice cream every night is a negative restrainer from losing weight. But it’s not always simple to see the internal chains that affect us in negative ways.
 
I’m a Mondaholic. With great intentions to start everything from being more productive in my work, to going to bed at a normal hour, it all was set to start on the next Monday.
 
It hurts a bit to look in the mirror and say, “Wow, you’ve had a lot of ice cream and sedentary living.” It hurts even more to look inside and think about the failures to break chains. Even the seemingly simplest of constraints.
 
I tried something different this week to avoid the broken Monday Promises, Liliana Hart and I started our physical training on Wednesday!
 
It may be a while before I’m clicking off 100 mile rides or wading into the waters to start a triathlon again, but I’m in no rush. “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.” This Wednesday, I took that first step.
 
That step includes the easy to assess exercises, but also the self-assessments of breaking chains that have long strangled me in some ways or others. It’s never too late to seek Freedom.
 
What are your chains?
 
Do Good,
Scott

FIT@50 / week 25

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FIT@50 / week 25
The Ghost

On Saturday I drove around the city in my POV (personally owned vehicle), sorry cop talk. I noticed drivers without seatbelts, easing through stop signs, and generally just motoring about their business.

On the previous Friday, I’d been in my police cruiser. It had a wholly different effect. People immediately put on their seatbelts, they completely stopped at signs and they glance or nodded as they motored about their business.

I thought on that Saturday, “I’m a ghost.”
It felt odd – I questioned my ability and desire to exit a culture as powerful as policing.

Wisely, I began my transition period on Monday morning with several hours of conversation with my pastor, Joshua Melancon. His words reminded me that it never was the cruiser or the clothes or the shield that made the public servant.

It was me – The Ghost.

Do Good,
Scott

FIT@50 / week 23

FIT@50 / week 23
Less than half:

Becoming fit often requires sacrifice. Be it food, ice cream, cake (yes, I went there), and often the bed.

Hold on, this ain’t frisky talk. It’s about years focused on accumulation.

Once I got fit, gathering meant less.

The bed is a regular reminder. My kiddo still comes to sleep in the big bed on occasion.

After five minutes, he has twisted and twirled and torqued until I’m on the very edge.

Sleep may go interrupted until a hazy morning’s awakening, but then it happens.

He hugs me and says, “I love you.”

Less than half – sacrifices all become worth it.

Do good,
Scott

FIT@50 \ week 16

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Unplugged & Replugged:
Last week was an amazing experience. I spent the weekend with my wife,Liliana Hart on a Trek Travels cycling trip through northern California. The grapes were the only things online out there. No cell or internet service, and the wifi was spotty to say the least.

So what did I do with my cell phone? Used it as a camera to capture pics of the beauty of our country and the fun with new friends.
I’d unplugged. And it was actually okay.

In the same week, I had a three book deal with Amazon’s Kindle World set for release. This was my biggest writing obligation to date, next to my doctoral dissertation. It required manuscript uploading, cover design downloading and entering keywords, metadata and marketing blurbs.
I’d replugged. And it was actually okay.

It’s the balance that we all seek. It’s the fine line between obsessive and unconcerned. It’s taken almost 50 years to not avoid it, but hopefully not another 50 years to embrace it.

So in this 16th week of rocking 50 years on Earth, here’s to cycling and reading – both passions I enjoy sharing with you.

Do good,
Scott Silverii

FIT@50 \ week 13

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FIT@50 \ week 13

Sacrifice: Putting Others First

WOW, what a week of being FIT@50. I got married—how cool is that.

Liliana Hart​ and I had planned the wedding months in advance, but even before that, we had options to throw any size event, anywhere we wanted. The choice was simple – lets do this for our families.

Putting others first was the right decision. Our kids come after God, so to make sure not only the young, but the not so young could join us, we stayed in our hometown.

There were five other people on this planet involved in the planning. They too chose to put others first, because they were kind enough to honor our request and not let a word slip about our surprise.

I believe because we chose to put others first, the wedding went off without a hitch. It included our most favorite things: Family, food and cake. I’ll confess that when it came time for cake, I did put myself first.

The bible encourages cheerful giving – that includes giving of yourself for others. Sacrifice: Putting Others First

Do Good,
Scott

FIT@50 \ week 13