Mechanical Atrophy Prevention

I wear my G-Shock Frogman GWF-1000 almost every day. It has become the default setting of my wrist, the horological equivalent of gravity. Twice a week, however, I stage a small act of resistance. I slip on one of my Seiko divers. If I don’t, the Frogman will quietly suffocate the rest of the collection. It already has, to a degree. The moment I first strapped that Frogman on, it felt less like a purchase and more like a declaration: this watch had my name written across it in thick permanent ink. It fit my life with such ruthless competence that every other watch in the box began to look like an understudy waiting for a call that will never come.

So twice a week I impose discipline. The Seikos get their turn. Think of it as horological cross-training. Most days I’m on the exercise bike or doing yoga, but I still force myself to swing the kettlebells twice a week so my muscles don’t dissolve into decorative noodles. The Seikos perform the same function. They are my defense against mechanical watch atrophy.

This ritual belongs to what I call my Mechanical Atrophy Prevention program: the deliberate act of wearing a mechanical watch just often enough to preserve one’s emotional bond with gears, springs, and that hypnotic sweeping second hand. Without this intervention, the human brain quickly adapts to the ruthless efficiency of digital timekeeping. Soon you’re living in a world of solar charging, atomic synchronization, and clinical precision, and the charming little clockwork creatures in your watch box begin to feel quaint—like writing letters with a quill.

Wearing the Seikos twice a week is my version of lifting weights so my body doesn’t evolve into an ergonomic office chair with legs. The practice keeps alive the fragile illusion that I am still a “mechanical watch person,” not a man who has quietly surrendered to the cold efficiency of quartz.

Does this sound crazy to you?

Welcome to my world.