The good news: My Wii Fit age 7 years lower than my real age - YAY!
The bad news: During those 700 days away, I've added more pounds than I'm willing to admit here. And there's some work to be done:
I didn't really need the TV to tell me I'm unbalanced.
Or that my personal best in boxing still has a ways to go.
Somehow I forgot about the Wii. In all my swimming and biking and weightlifting, weigh-ins and bathroom scales and calorie counting, I forgot about the gem under the couch.
I like Wii Fit. It gives me messages like this when I do well...
(Okay, so that was on breathing. I can breathe just 6 points shy of perfection!)
... and like this:
Yep, I'm a perfect stepper.
I like the feeling that I'm working out with a trainer, without the baggage that comes with working out at the gym -- you know what I'm talking about: membership fees, crowded locker rooms, transportation time.
I'm motivated by the progress charts, by the improvements I know are on the way, and by helpful messages like this:
Yep, I can do better than that, and I'll hit it again tomorrow. Wii!