Friday, January 09, 2009

My Mii is not Wii

I’ve had the same New Year’s Resolution for the past eight years: lose the weight I gained when I was pregnant with Rebecca. Obviously I am not very resolved because a) it’s been eight years and b) I’ve made absolutely no progress whatsoever.

Two years ago I joined a local Curves. I hate to exercise but Curves looked like something I could actually do. And in theory it’s a great concept: weight-resistance with low-impact aerobics in a women-only environment. It was great for the first six months but then the ownership changed and the focus shifted from encouraging the members to complaining about the members. It was hard enough for me to be excited about exercising; it was excruciating when I knew I’d have to hear the owner gripe about who-knows-what for thirty minutes at 6 in the morning.

Knowing we were giving the kids a Wii for Christmas, I cancelled my Curves membership in November and planned to start Wii Fit in January. I started on Monday and the biggest exercise I’ve had this week is one of humiliation.

The Fit comes with a board you do the exercises on. It also serves as a scale. And when you start Fit you are asked your height and age, then it weighs you and spits out your Body Mass Index (BMI) and “actual age” which is calculated by combining your actual age, BMI and the results of some balance tests that are designed to make you fall off the board.

I was prepared for my weight and BMI (I have a mirror, after all) but I didn’t think my “actual age” would be 11 years older than I actually am. I’d barely had time to recover from that bit humiliation when the full-blown variety set in: the Mii the game created for me ballooned up to make me look like an actual balloon on toothpicks. Tie some strings to my hands and feet and my Mii could be a featured float in the Macy’s parade.

What makes it worse is that our family of Miis stands next to each other which means I’m next to Sean (tiny), Michael (tiny), Amy (tiny) and Rebecca (nearly non-existent).

I am amazed at how motivated seeing a computerized Mii on the TV has made me. So far I’ve met my goal for this week. We’ll see how next week goes. Stay tuned!

Rebecca, me, Sean, Michael, Amy.

(Amy didn't want me to use this picture because her Mii's eyes were closed...)