Wii Fit

I have an interesting relationship with the Wii Fit. The night of the fire, we had been out buying them for Dan to sell on eBay. The reason we weren't home when it started was because we had to make one more trip back to Fred Meyer to buy the remaining systems. Dan's cousin said so.

Not long after the fire, we decided to buy one. We were overwhelmed with the details of insurance and trying to put together a nursery for a baby that was coming too soon. But we needed something to do that was fun, light, entertaining. So we bought the Wii Fit.

When you first get on the Wii Fit, it does a body profile. At nine months pregnant, I was officially a WHALE. My character was obese. And the nice people at Wii Fit make your Mii representative of your weight. Only they didn't know I was pregnant, so instead of having a pregnant belly, I got to look like a bowling ball with a head (as opposed to one with a head and legs!). And those balance games at nine months pregnant?! Laughable!

It's been a long time since then and now, and we've just pulled the Wii Fit back out. Thankfully I've lost some of the pregnancy weight, though not all of it. Because of the carpet, the Wii now thinks I am about 40 pounds lighter than I really am and has categorized me simply as Overweight. It's amazing how big of a boost that is to my self-image. My Mii is also a little less portly, and to be honest, a better representation of my actual shape. Until I had my son, most doctors were surprised by my weight because I didn't look as heavy as I was. I carry it well, as sad as that is. I suppose that means it's well hidden between my liver and my gallbladder. And don't even go there with muscle weighs more than fat. Can we all say B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T together?! (I mean I get that it does, but there's a point at which that is a moo(t) point.)

Back to the Wii Fit. I love this thing. I think I like it because it allows me to compete and work out. I need to compete on an individual level though. I never did well at team sports. I could play all day, for hours, to beat Dan's score on some ridiculous balance game. This is also the reason why I love Dance, Dance Revolution, though I am really sad that I lost my saved scores in the fire. (I was so good at that, I would play it in my sleep, no joke.)

The one thing I could do without, though, is the "Uhgfff" sound that the machine makes when I step on the balance board. I mean, I get it when I was pregnant. I kind of felt that way myself. But is that really necessary? Why don't they just say, "Welcome back fat cow?"