So back to the washing machine. I thought about the clothes being agitated inside, think thighs here, and realized that the only thing that was actually working out was the machine. Oh, sure, there was movement, but no actual musculature was involved, only the (ahem) fat. Sure it was an exercise, one of futility. Time spent, but no payoff. You know, like busy work handed out at school. Not necessarily a lesson, but a holding pattern. It was, to a large degree, passive.
The exercise machine would not, could not, exercise for us. When modern technology began replacing these antiquated ideas, and exercise machines were the accompaniment to our regime, not the star attraction, we saw some changes in our physiques. While not intentional, we had been deceived. The clothes were not thrashing about and washing themselves, nor were our legs or hips doing any reducing. Yes, we were deceived, but did we inherently know that we were being deceived? I think Lord Greville may have captured the essence of deceit when he said "No man was ever so much deceived by another as by himself".
Let us not fool ourselves. It is a betrayal of the most intimate sort. While each and every one of us can talk ourselves into one thing or another and become indignant at the outcome, we are still fooling ourselves. Yes, I allowed myself to be shaken to numbness on that otherwise docile machine, but at the back of my mind there was a flicker, a nano second of a thought that said, "how is this possible?"
It's not about the machine, it's about us. We matter and we need to care enough about ourselves not to fall victim to..... ourselves.
Somewhere out there, in the great land fills, are bits and pieces of cocktail shaking exercise machines. They are harmless. They only did what they were wired to do. Every time, though, that we stepped onto one, we rewired ourselves into believing that we could passively attain great physical rewards. Please refer back to Lord Greville's quote.
Wishing you light, love and great achievements.