Yep, I am cooked, finished, overdone if you will.
We have a Wii, I love it. I am not a gamer. I have never gotten the video game thing… the Wii however, me likey.
My favorite thing about the Wii?
The Wii Fit. It rocks.
Where else can a 30 year SAHM of two in South Texas hula hoop, play tennis, ski and slalom in shorts and a tank top all in 30 minutes?
The downfall to the Wii Fit, is the portion I like to call, really-embarassing-not-real-why-do-I-do-this-how-dare-you-pudge-up-my-Mii portion. It’s an enter all of your details/get made to feel like a couch potato section wrapped up in the guise of a fitness test.
Princess and I did it together.
At 4, nearly 5, she’s 3’9″ and 48 pounds of solid freaking muscle. Perfect, according to the Wii Fit.
Me. Well, I’m 5’7″ and not gonna tell ya.
I could definitely stand to tone and lose.
Let’s face it, I’m more of an hour and a half glass than an hourglass.
I’m not what most people would call overweight, I’m healthy and curvy.
I’m working on it.
The Wii Fit however, ya… it punked me out, in front of my kid.
Princess sees my character sort of puff up a bit and asks, “Mom, what happened? What did it say?”
Because I’m an idiot Because I’m totally honest with her I tell her, it says Mommy is a bit overweight.
We hula hoop, we balance, we ski and we play for about an hour.
2 hours later Nathan comes home.
She greets him at the door with this gem: “Dad, the Wii says I’m perfect and Mom’s overdone”
Do you hear that? That’s my self esteem falling on the floor next to my husband. Why is he on the floor?
Because he fell over laughing.
Oh Wii, it is on. I will best you and the jello jigglers that have taken up residence in my hind end.