Here's one sign that the Wii invasion has taken over. This is my dining room. Can you spot what doesn't belong here?
Apparently the dining room is the best place to get your Wii remotes all charged and ready for Wiiing.In truth, I'm loving the Wii. But I'm having a serious love-hate relationship with the darn Wii Fit. I love the super hula hoop and the strength and balancing exercises. They are pretty fun and I feel like I'm getting a nice little workout. What I don't like is the "oh!" sound it makes when I step on the board to be weighed. It makes an "oh!" in the "oh-my-gawd-I-think-you-are-going-to-break-me" kind of way that makes me feel more baby elephant than human.
And I was digging the motivation and how it kept track of my results. That was as long as I was on track. It seems that the industrious, skinny Japanese didn't program any concept of a vacation into the Wii Fit. So after taking a few days off to go to the lake and coming back heavier than when I left, Wii was not pleased. Wii basically told me he thought I broke up with him. He was spiteful for it. He politely told me I was a lazy, lard arse that needed to put down the twinkies and exercise and visit him every day.
If I put on a few pounds and stay away for like a week, will Wii go all HAL on me and take over and hold me prisoner? I am scared. I think for the time being I will meet his demands and visit him faithfully every day. I need to make Wii happy again. I hope my husband doesn't get jealous.
