I’m in love. Since having to quit belly dancing for a little while, I’ve been actively engaged in the less than effective sport of channel surfing, so I was absolutely delighted when my darling husband was able to acquire Wii Fit for us. I love my husband for being so fantastic, and I love my Wii Fit because of my expanding ass and thighs.
I was never the type to make use of a gym. The cost, the humiliation, and the time required are more than I am willing to concede. Due to a long term shoulder injury acquired during the last show I was in this year (my rotator cuff is slightly screwed), I wouldn’t be able to make use of a lot of gym facilities anyway. Wii Fit is the best thing for me. I can track my weight, BMI, and even my skill at each individual activity.
Normally the only motivation for me to run would be to retrieve my daughter from the edge of a busy road or else to escape from the clutches of an evil maniacal villain. Not wanting to have to experience either in order to get my ass in gear, I was delighted to actually feel inspired to jog/run with Wii Fit. The additional motivation of unlocking new activities and difficulty levels is enough to spur this gamer on.
Two weeks ago, the only exercise I did was to walk into the woods with my daughter and carry her over the muddier bits in an attempt to benefit from the Jedi-and-his-midget-master method of burning calories. Didn’t work. I was especially unsuccessful at doing that flip with her on my shoulders. Kept falling off… Anyway, this past week, I worked out an hour and a half total. Yay me! I may lose these blasted saddlebags after all!The only tweaking my husband and I agreed would be a bonus to Wii Fit would be to add a dominatrix style hard ass trainer who threatens to spank you if you fail your goal... Or achieve it... Whatever floats your boat, baby.