DAY FOUR

I am filled with glee that this is my last day of this shit, which is probably enough proof right there that this workout “regime” isn’t exactly cutting it for me.  I go for the last topic—Strength Training.  To my delight, this actually feels like a normal workout.  Me and Little Brii and Sven are lunging and leg-lifting our way to a tighter ass.  We even get down on the ground to do a plank—my favorite strength training move.  Then there's the sideways leg lifts, the jackknife, the push-up challenges and I'm thinking, "Yeah, ok I can get down with this."  But I suddenly realize that I could also get down with just getting on the floor and doing this myself.  OR buying one of 65 million workout DVDs that show an actual person doing these moves correctly rather than an animated see through yoga lady with an unrealistically perfect ass.  So it's either get down on the floor and do some push ups and lunges and planks in my living room for free...buy a workout video for about $20....or pay nearly $200 for a game that barely requires movement. 

And so, because I just couldn’t wait any longer, I go outside and book it down the street with my iPod blasting, practically giddy with the discovery that I haven’t developed muscular dystrophy in the past four days.  So basically, Wii Fit is successful at preventing the development of muscular dystrophy...but not much else.

Takes me back to the good ol days...

The conclusion that I came to is that Wii Fit belongs in nursing homes across the country, because not only will that not get anyone “fit”, it will make for an exciting end to Bingo Night when Hilda busts a hip on the hula hoop challenge.