So here I am.
I find it very difficult these days to sit down and be able to write much of anything. That's my reason. As silly as it may sound. As made up as it may sound. I've got a crazy 2-year-old who is soon approaching 3, a bigger house, less time in general during the day, and tons of things I'm still trying to catch up from the move (let me just mention that closing one stinking bank account has turned into the biggest nightmare of my life at the moment, soon followed by insufficient funds fees and a big ol' fat bounced check - but that's another story), and I find I'm either exhausted by the time I can just stop for a few minutes, and then I'd much rather play Bejeweled blitz on Facebook over and over and over until I can't even discern the color differences between the jewels, or I'd rather read one of the three or four books I'm reading at once because I sort of sold my book-loving soul to the devil and have to read books really fast and write reviews about them or I just might miss out on a fantastic pre-pub that I've been wanting for for-like-ever, or I just want to go to sleep.
But guess what I did? I bought a Wii. And a Wii Fit Plus.
I bought the Wii because it gets rather cold and snowy or rainy (more rainy than snowy, really) around these parts, and sometimes there just is nothing to do, so I thought this might be something fun for the family. I've heard that video games are great for kids’ hand-eye coordination. Of course, my kid is only 2, so he's perfectly happy just sitting in my lap and I steer Lightening McQueen around Radiator Springs, and I gladly appease him of his need to crash Lightening McQueen into rocks and other cars and buildings and trees. I mean, that's fun, right? That's what I thought. We laugh and scream and drive the cat nuts. So maybe I really bought it for myself as I do have a tendency to get hooked on video games (um, Bejeweled Blitz - need I say more?) and want to play them until I can do everything with my eyes closed.
It took me a bit of time to decide to buy the Wii Fit Plus, which is just a board and a "game," because I wasn't really sure I would get anything out of it (also known as exercise). But I thought, it'll be fun, I guess, and when Mateo gets older, he can certainly use it for other games.
After a few days, I decided to unpack it and do whatever it is you do to get the "game" going (I really don't know what else to call these things; I'm of the Zelda and Mario Brothers generation, and Pong before that). This is what you do, in a nutshell, in case you're so inclined: You get on the board and it tells you you’re obese. At least that's what it did to me. And it was nice about it, which was one of the major complaints about the first Wii Fit (Wii Fit Plus is new, I guess, that's what I gathered when I was trying to figure out what to buy) - apparently the old Wii Fit yells at you or something. After being told your Wii Fit age (I've gone as high as 54), you can then proceed to "train."
Psshaw, you might think. Train? Board? Game? Righto.
Let me tell you. I ran. I hula hooped. I stepped. I rode bikes and skateboards. I tried to float down a river in a bubble but kept dying (much to the glee of my son). I even got my husband doing some of these things, albeit the more "manly" ones that don't make you stand in one place while you circle your hips. It's fun. And it's HARD. It really is.
And here is the sad part, the part where I will leave you until I decide to complain about my banking fiasco: I had the worst sore calf I've had in YEARS because of the stupid step training portion. And no, you don't do anything fancy like twirl off of it and then hop on and then bounce back. It's up down up down side to side to side up and down and that's pretty much it. My calf still hurts. Then I got sick and didn't move for a few days, and on Sunday when I walked up and down the aisles of Costco (and we all know how huge Costco is, so I was really working it, I tell you), I thought my leg was going to collapse from being so weak and in pain.
Yes. From the Wii Fit. That's right. The Wii Fit kicked my calf good.
Until then, my faithful readers.