I'm not much of an exerciser. Or at least I wasn't until I met Nate. Nate lives inside my Wii Fit game. He is my personal trainer. I named him myself. See, my husband and I were all anti-video games until we caved to peer pressure and let our son earn a Wii. It took him several months (lots of extra piano practice, chores and straight-A's) but he got it in May. And I got my Wii Fit shortly thereafter.
The Wii Fit is a wise marketing creations from the wise marketing gurus at Nintendo. They figured that they might as well sucker in the grown-ups who didn't want to play Super Mario Galaxy or Guitar Hero. They did this by telling us it would let us exercise and have fun all in the privacy of our living rooms. I bit. A friend of mine managed to find the elusive game for me and, with help from my tech-savvy 10-year-old, I set it up, named Nate, and started "working out."
It's actually fun and I'm actually getting in shape. There are four areas -- yoga, strength training, balance games and aerobics. And although the tendency is to head straight toward the balance games (after all, it's much more fun to feed the penguins or ski than do downward dog) I try to do a little bit of everything. My personal favorites are rhythm boxing and feeding the penguins by shifting my weight on the balance board (iceberg) in order to catch fish. You have to see it.
There's a leader board so my son, husband and I try to beat each other. I kick butt on the yoga and penguins. And I'm seeing muscles again. When my 70-something parents were visiting last month, even they played. Shame on those Nintendo people for making us get off the couch.
Gotta go. Nate wants me to do some more warrior poses. I think he just likes seeing me in my short-shorts.