Jami Fits Wii

The Wii Fit - video games meet the gym. I couldn't wait to get it out of the box, a couch potato getting jazzed about exercising? Could it be the answer to America's fatty-bo-batty problem? Well, we'll have to see about this one. Smart as the Fit is, it doesn't follow me around and slap the cookies out of my hand before they reach my mouth. Yet. If you don't know, the Fit looks like a scale without numbers, a nice white rectangle you stand on, called a balance board. You put the game in the console and your Mii (avatar) does what you do. Fit weighs you, tells you your weight, BMI and "Mii Age" which is calculated by your actual age, BMI and how well you do on a couple tests. Note: if your three-year-old grabs you from behind and yanks you off the balance board during your balance test, it will skyrocket your "Mii Age." There is yoga, which I'm assuming you've heard of. There's aerobic activities, such as jogging, step aerobics and hilariously silly Hula Hooping, which doesn't seem like it's a work out until you suddenly realize you're breathing hard and sweating. They have balance games designed to improve your chances of not falling on your face regularly and strength training which involves isometric style exercises with your own personal trainer. I chose the guy, I don't need some skinny chick telling me what to do. So today I hop on it (not literally) the second time. I run through the body check and - I haven't lost any weight! My BMI is the same! I didn't improve my Mii Age. In one whole day. Ah, I am disappointed. This is so me. What do you mean I exercised two whole days in a row and didn't even lose a pound? How could that be? Just because I ate 5 or 8 cookies and every leftover I could get my hands on? That doesn't seem right. I exercised twice!! TWICE!!! Sigh. This is pretty typical of my attitude toward new challenges. Oooh, this is fun. Why am I not better at it immediately? I WANT to be better. I practiced it yesterday. I should be a super-star by now. Don't worry, I'm not giving up. As ridiculously over-optimistic as I always am starting new things, I am also not a quitter. Heck, at my last job, they FIRED me and I still kept coming to work until the company hired me back (and subsequently went out of business, but I don't think that's my fault. Entirely.) I swam a boat race dragging my boat which had sunk because I don't quit. Sometimes, perhaps, quitting is a good thing. But not now. J-Mii (my Mii's name) is going to get skinny again (they fatten up your Mii after they weigh you!) and I will catch each one of those hoops they throw at you. I will master the skiing. I will unlock new and better yoga poses. And I'll keep you posted. Gotta go, Eddie's asleep so I can finally work on my balance.