This week in the Master Keys it reads, “To become inspired means to get out of the beaten path, out of the rut, because extraordinary results require extraordinary means.”  It’s been said that the only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.  I have always liked this saying and it always reminds me when I don’t do the things I should do.  I have been in a rut about maintaining my health.  One of my PPNs is True Health.  When I began this course I had a red circle that proudly displayed my goal of reaching a healthy body weight.  I set it up that I would reach that goal by February 1, 2017.  I didn’t make my goal.   Why? I’m in a rut.  Obviously, I’m not in a muddy hole, but sometimes it can feel that way.  I spent some of my time sitting and thinking about why being healthy is so hard.  Why is it that for most of my life, my weight has been an issue in the back of my head?  I was in a rut.  If I had to bet on it, I’d bet I’m not alone in my muddy hole.

So, I began again.  First, I needed to set the date in my red circle out a few months.  I was tempted to set it out a few years (you know, not to put too much pressure on myself), but chose to put it out until the first of July-this year.  That was not so monumental because I had done that before.  How was now different?  The Master Keys tell me that if I think about it and concentrate, the universe will show me the way.  Well, let’s just give that a try.  I again spent some of my time thinking about how I wanted to look and just how would I get there?  Then Mark said, “What would the person I intend to become do next?” Hmmmm.   Who exactly is the person I intend to become when it comes to fitness?  That perplexed me and even more so when I realized I had no idea what I would look or feel like as a healthy, fit person.  I began to capture that person in my minds eye.  I set up a workout program and purchased the equipment for my home when I could not get to the gym and would try to use that as an excuse.  I am finding that the sides of the rut are wet and slippery, but if I don’t escape, it becomes my grave.  A grave I am digging with a fork.  If you are like me, the changes along the road in this journey are very subtle.  They don’t seem to be making a difference until suddenly there is the slightest change.  Is there sunlight outside of the rut?  I believe so.  I have not made a huge amount of progress as of yet, but changes are afoot.  I have an idea in my mind of who I want to be.  I see the future me as a fit, healthy man.  I no longer see the equipment as a nemesis that I try to avoid, but a friendly helping hand toward the person I am becoming.  A shovel to escape the rut before it becomes a grave.  Time working out is like spending time with the future me.  I’m starting to like him and miss him when we don’t spend time together.  This is a new, strange and wonderful feeling.  Thought when attached to a feeling…

Wish me luck-or happy shoveling.