This seems completely trivial given what Billy lives with on a day to day basis, but I think it deserves a bit of airspace.
During the EI years (from Billy's age 2-5), I used to joke with the other mothers that a diagnosis was worth five kilograms for the mother. I think it took that a little too much to heart, because about four weeks ago, I realised a few other people in this house must have got a few sneaky diagnoses, because I was about 15 kilograms above where I should be. And I'm not being kind to myself. Really, consider my height, consider my BMI, consider the flobbely woman who looked back at me when I tried to avoid her gaze in shop windows... oh dear.
So, the Wii Fit (kindly bought by he-who-thinks-blogs-are-stupid on my insistence a whole year ago) was dragged out from the dusty netherworld beneath audio-visual land. And despite the big fat Mii it made for me, we have agreed to spend at least 30 minutes a day together. We just passed 10 hours of exercise fun (something turned bronze... I can't recall what), and so far so good. I've lost a few kilos, I've changed shape completely and... I feel 100% better.
I now get that it's not that I don't have any clothes, it's that I looked (and felt) horrible in the ones I had. I now understand that I can sweat, and yet keep on going. I've learned that hula-hooping looks really, really funny when you don't have a hula hoop. For a skinny bit of plastic, it covers a lot of funny looking movements.
I guess, even more importantly, I've learned that it is not hard to find 30 minutes every day. What's hard is to get off your butt and do something with that 30 minutes.
I could ascribe all sorts of deep and meaningful stuff to my decision to get healthier. And there are really good reasons, some obvious, and some much more closely aligned to my irrational Irish catastrophising fears. Don't let me get started on that stuff.
At the end of the day, it's all about doing something right. For everyone. I am Foley, hear me roar. Well, more gasp for breath as I jog through Nintendo world... even in my breathless state, the world seems like a better place. It's all looking good.
Except that fat Mii. I really don't like her. Not because she's fat, of course.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
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Way to go Valerie! "Wii to Mii" - good one!
I think I might look into this as well - most likely when Fall arrives and keeps us inside for like 9 months of the year! (yea that's Portland, Oregon for ya')
Currently my way of getting my butt away from the pc and working up a bit of sweat is my "wee bit of garden therapy & escape" found here:
http://www.twitlonger.com/show/h0o83
Since that list, I've added more as well as mow the lawn (when it's not raining!) and tilled up more garden area outside since it's so wet and easier to do than when it's dry. All while keeping an eye on our twin boys that play in the sandbox or on the swing set. Multi tasking and working up a sweat each day here.. but now very interested in that Wii!
Ha! Valerie, you and I would be great friends if we lived closer! I, too, have gotten my frump on in the past year and I hate it! I actually (ironically) just plugged our wii in this morning for B and was thinking that I need to get serious with the Wii active that we have. It's the EA sports version of Wii fit.
You have inspired me!
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