BIRD FARM SOUTHGalloping Along in My P.J.'s
It is true that you can create good habits for yourself.
I have become a morning exerciser. I stumble down
the stairs, let the dogs out, make coffee, start the
beet pulp soaking for the horses, get a glass of
1/2 juice/1/2 water, do a couple other necessary things
and then go fire up the Wii Fit Plus doodad. Then,
like a programmed robot, I exercise. Now I'm a slightly
chunky fifty-something sleepy woman. This is not a
pretty picture, particularly if you add some rather ratty
flannel pj's. Yet, I continue.
By the way, I do not like exercise; I do not like sweat
or muscle aches or even breathing hard. Just so you
know... And what is the difference between a habit
and an addiction? That is kind of a hot button word,
isn't it?
Please understand that this computer game, (Wii), is
the exact opposite of what anybody who knows me
expects me to do. I sit at a computer every week day
at work. I didn't think that I could stand the computer
long enough to work on this blog. (Some weekends, I can't...)
I sure as heck wasn't going to get hooked on any
d@mned computer game.
But I did and I am. I'm hooked, addicted and I want
more. I am probably the worst kind of addict because
now I'm actively trying to get my friends addicted.
Some of them preceded me in this addiction. Mary,
wife of George has been at it more than 300 days.
Deb, Bruce and their kids too, have more than a year in.
Now my own brother, David, and his wife, Cathy started
my path to addiction at Christmas time. You wouldn't
think that my own flesh and blood would be purveyors
of painful addictions. Would you? Well they did.
This is my brother David on
Christmas eve, makin' like a bird to score points on a
Fitness Plus game from the Wii selection. Here is
another shot of the same game.
That's a goofy lookin'
bird woman. Wonder if she knows how dorky she looks.
Oh yea, it's me. I didn't do very well either.
Well heck, here's another.
Here is a shot of the door guru just flying along. For a
guy who thinks like a bird when ever he needs to, he
doesn't fly very well. That is my 83 year old mom in
the chair behind the dg. She is up next.
She makes a great bird too. Golly we did have fun. I did
not get pictures of everybody, but I did manage to snap
my brother David's bride, Cathy when it was her turn to fly.
As I recall, David won the game with Cathy right on his
talons, or heels as the case may be. This little game,
along with some other silliness, worked it's addictive magic.
I'm totally hooked, hard core now. More of the drug as it
works it's magic.
I do hope that I can convince my mom to give the Wii
machine a try. I've heard that they are all the rage in
nursing homes across the country.
I have become a morning exerciser. I stumble down
the stairs, let the dogs out, make coffee, start the
beet pulp soaking for the horses, get a glass of
1/2 juice/1/2 water, do a couple other necessary things
and then go fire up the Wii Fit Plus doodad. Then,
like a programmed robot, I exercise. Now I'm a slightly
chunky fifty-something sleepy woman. This is not a
pretty picture, particularly if you add some rather ratty
flannel pj's. Yet, I continue.
By the way, I do not like exercise; I do not like sweat
or muscle aches or even breathing hard. Just so you
know... And what is the difference between a habit
and an addiction? That is kind of a hot button word,
isn't it?
Please understand that this computer game, (Wii), is
the exact opposite of what anybody who knows me
expects me to do. I sit at a computer every week day
at work. I didn't think that I could stand the computer
long enough to work on this blog. (Some weekends, I can't...)
I sure as heck wasn't going to get hooked on any
d@mned computer game.
But I did and I am. I'm hooked, addicted and I want
more. I am probably the worst kind of addict because
now I'm actively trying to get my friends addicted.
Some of them preceded me in this addiction. Mary,
wife of George has been at it more than 300 days.
Deb, Bruce and their kids too, have more than a year in.
Now my own brother, David, and his wife, Cathy started
my path to addiction at Christmas time. You wouldn't
think that my own flesh and blood would be purveyors
of painful addictions. Would you? Well they did.
This is my brother David on Christmas eve, makin' like a bird to score points on a
Fitness Plus game from the Wii selection. Here is
another shot of the same game.
That's a goofy lookin' bird woman. Wonder if she knows how dorky she looks.
Oh yea, it's me. I didn't do very well either.
Well heck, here's another.
Here is a shot of the door guru just flying along. For a
guy who thinks like a bird when ever he needs to, he
doesn't fly very well. That is my 83 year old mom in
the chair behind the dg. She is up next.
She makes a great bird too. Golly we did have fun. I did
not get pictures of everybody, but I did manage to snap
my brother David's bride, Cathy when it was her turn to fly.
As I recall, David won the game with Cathy right on his
talons, or heels as the case may be. This little game,
along with some other silliness, worked it's addictive magic.
I'm totally hooked, hard core now. More of the drug as it
works it's magic.
I do hope that I can convince my mom to give the Wii
machine a try. I've heard that they are all the rage in
nursing homes across the country.
Posted by Lisa Strafford at 1/26/2010 11:33 AM 
Categories: Home Front
Tags: Wii exercise Wii Fit Plus Exercise at home
Categories: Home Front
Tags: Wii exercise Wii Fit Plus Exercise at home
WOW, you guys rock! Such talent, such balance. You are brilliant Wii athletes!! (I will be practicing and will take you on this July when I am there!) Very entertaining blog post :0)
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