Mii and the Wii

I have been goofing around with my new Wii. Yikes. These things can do absolutely anything. My kids heard me mention awhile back that I was intrigued by the Wii fit, and bought one for me for Mother's Day, bless their hearts.

I had read about the game on a few disability sites, and most users liked it. Several mentioned that they could personalize their workouts to be as easy or difficult as they wanted. I'm hoping that I can use it to gradually increase my tolerance to exercise in a fun game type setting, without having to go to a gym.

So when the package showed up on my front porch, I was glad that I had a tech-savvy hubby. John had the thing up and running in minutes.

Like my Mii? Was a real hoot making her, and of course one for John. Greg and Terese don't know it yet, but I made a Mii for each of them, too. Don't worry, guys. I won't post it here.

Yet.

I haven't actually gone through the whole assessment part of the Wii Fit game yet. I watched John go through it all and heard the Wii Fit board - a white plastic platform that gets wirelessly connected to the game - actually say OW! when he stepped on it. I can't imagine what it will say when I get on. Maybe I'll just mute the thing.

So I'll do this, but I won't tolerate nagging. I saw what the game told John - and he's in great shape. You can bet that the first time I climb on that thing, I'll be all alone in the house. Hm. I wonder if I can make the Mii Julia slug the fitness instructor if she gets all judgmental. You need to lose a zillion pounds and your BMI is and your fitness age is...

Hey, Miss Fitness Coach. C'mere and say that again. I double dog dare ya.