Jell-O: My New Physical Shape

Santa brought us a Wii Fit Plus.  How nice, I thought.  It will add variety to my workout routine. Little did I realize just how addictive it could be.  (NOT quite like the Beatles Rock Band — but almost!)

I do have one thing to say about the trainer.  BLECH!! After I finish a round of boxing, he smurks, “You can do better than that.  We’ll see you in the gym tomorrow.”

Better?  BETTER??  I’m in a heap on the floor, my jellied arms and legs refusing to move.  I’ve given it my all.  How could he say that I could do better?  So what if I start off on the wrong foot?  So what if my punches don’t register on the Wii?  So what if my score is a minus two hundred and fifty?  I still moved my body.  I still exerted effort.  Don’t they give points for effort?

I absolutely LOVE the ten seconds at the end where I can throw punches however I want.  That’s where I get back at my trainer rack up the most of my points.   But that’s just as my arms and legs turn into Jell-O and I slurp to the floor in a quivering mass.

I know I’ll do better tomorrow.  I just know it.

BTW, may I say that after two days of constant snow, it’s nice to see the sun!  And our pine trees are absolutely gorgeous.  The snow was up to my knees when I went out and took these pictures.  Should have laced up my boots . . . (These pics are for you, Julianne!)