Some of you might remember that I have half-heartedly attempted to start the Couch to 5K Program a few times now, only to crap out on it within a couple of weeks or so.  The truth is that I have been itching to get more active–I don’t know if it’s cabin fever or just having been sedentary for so long but there are times when my muscles are practically screaming at me to get up and move around.  My apartment complex has a workout room that is free for residents to use but this workout room is about the same size as my living room…which would make it very very uncomfortable if two people who did not know each other tried to work out at the same time.  Unlike professional gyms where having a bunch of people around is the norm so there is no pressure to interact, this room is so small that, should you run into someone, not making small talk would just be weird.

I? Am not a fan of small talk–especially while I’m wheezing heavily from trying to exercise (I? am woefully out of shape).  So, um, I kind of avoid the workout room. This? Has put a kink in my plans for getting fit.  Until last night when I thought “Eureka! Wii Fit! Of course!”

I figured it would be a good buy because Will has also been groaning about wanting to get in shape but not wanting to spend the money on a gym membership, and I could continue to avoid the workout room. And, you know, we would get to go shopping for something that is technically a very popular video game. So we went to Best Buy and picked up our very own Wii Fit.

Yes, we are now the proud owners of a snotty Wii Fit.  And I say that because I am convinced that the Wii Fit was programmed to be an asshole.  The first time I stepped onto the board it went “ooph!” as if it were Garfield’s scale or something.  And then it displayed my Wii Fit Age (or whatever its called) in giant numbers and…yeah.  According to Wii Fit even though my weight is fine and my BMI is good, my fitness age is 43.  FORTY THREE.  And then it laughed at me for being so weak for my real age.  Will, of course, out weighs me by a lot (according to their scale he is close to being overweight which, pfft, whatever) and has a much higher BMI but has a Wii Fit age of TWENTY THREE and was hailed as a champion of health.  Damn you Wii Fit!

The actual working out was pretty fun.  I  want to keep playing with it.  Apparently I’m not smart enough to figure out the Dance Dance Revolution-style step aerobics program and am FAR too weak to do the push ups/planks but I broke a sweat, which is good and I ROCKED at the hula hooping.  I can see how, if I weren’t just playing around, it would totally kick my ass and I am mentally preparing myself to have that snotty Wii Fit and it’s “ooph” hand my ass to me on a platter tomorrow.

Will says he’ll use it too but so far it looks like his version of “getting fit with Wii fit” means sitting on the couch, playing WoW and making fun of me.  He is the best cheerleader.

In other news, somehow the hours between putting the Wii Fit away and starting this blog post have completely disappeared and I am not sure how.  I am very glad that  my “cycle of death” is almost over because I really really miss my brain.