No, I'm not talking about Lu's life. That saga ended yesterday...oh I'll keep you updated when things change but you've got the major drift now. And I'm not talking about any of my relationships with people. I'm talking about my Wii Fit. You know, the best Christmas Present ever?? The one where Hubby actually listened to me and got something I wanted and it was a total surprise?? Well, be careful what you wish for...
I love the Wii Fit. Mostly. I love the variety of exercise and workouts I can do. I love that I get to do it in my living room whenever I feel like it. I love that it keeps track of my weight, BMI, how many calories I burn, how much time I put in, what my goals are, and my social security number. Okay. It doesn't really keep my social security number. I don't think. But I do love those things about it. But at the same time, I kind of don't love it. Why?
Here's what happened the other day when I started up my Wii Fit it said "You haven't been here in four days." Um yeah, well I was busy and stuff. "Exercising every day is important for weight loss." Um the hell? Did you just call me fat? "Step on. Ohhhh..." I'm gonna 'ohhhh' you!
So I do my workout (or attempt too, some of that stuff is really hard) and the whole time my personal trainer guy is offering helpful hints like "try to stay balanced" um, duh? or "your leg seems to be shaky today, you should work on strengthening it." really genius? because that's a news flash.
Then at the end, when I'm sweating my butt off and it's time to step on the scale, my Wii Fit informs me that I've gained a pound back. Well crap. Then it decides to hold me personally accountable. I'm asked to pick which reason I think made me gain back a pound. Guess what? PMS bloat is not an option. Because that's totally what it is. I know this. But apparently the small Japanese child who lives inside my Wii doesn't think that is an option. Maybe the makers should have warned it that telling a PMSing woman that she's fat could be hazardous to your well being. She may just decide to put her foot through her TV screen. Or jump on your damn balance board. Or maybe she'll remember that your an expensive piece of technology that she actually asked for. Lucky you. She decided to console herself with chocolate instead.
Hopefully I haven't gained another pound. How do you tell the machine that you gained weight because you were saving it's life???!