LAST Christmas I got the Wii Fit. Oh, I was so excited! The board was so neat, and I could do all these fun exercises and activities. So my Mii was a little fluffy... That was OK, because I was going to slim that little blond Mii down. And I did... for a while, as we brought the Wii downstairs from the playroom and I got all set up in my lovely living room. I went crazy... for a few days! But guess what Sumter got for Christmas that same year??? Guitar Hero (with the drum set) for the Wii. And because there was no way in h@*$ that all that stuff was going to stay downstairs, the Wii went back up to the playroom. The nasty boy playroom. Yuck. Do you know how hard it is to get motivated to exercise in "the nasty boy playroom"? Very. I didn't last long.
So my Wii Fit got very dusty, and I got more fluffy.
(This isn't Mii, but you get the idea!)
And now I can't get my fat derriere in my cute Lilly skirts from last spring and summer (or even the two that I bought from Rue La La at $49 a pop). Mon dieu!
So I now have a Wii of my very own... and not in the lovely living room so that the boys are tempted to whine that they want to play downstairs (remember they have theirs in "the nasty boy playroom"!), but in my beautiful boudoir. Ah... I close the door... and karate, box, hula hoop, and lotus to my hearts content. Because, heaven help us... we now have two Wiis. And I'm going to get back into my Lillys if it kills Mii.