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Smiley faces, gold stars and achievement

Day six of my daily Wii-Fit routine.  (Well. actually day five since I had to miss Saturday for Delaney's singing competition at Western Michigan University where I had to schlep from the parking ramp to the music building and back a few times which felt like exercise enough so that by the time I got home, I was too tired to Wii).

I enjoy some of the activities or exercises more than others - including the marching band, Kung Fu and boxing. If you're not familiar with Wii Fit, I'm sure it sounds fairly lame and not much of an 'exercise'. But for someone who is way out of shape, it's a start and kind of fun! For the marching band, I imagine the high school band director, Andrew Holtz, snickering as I often march out of rhythm. And I remember Matthew laughing at me (not with) when he saw me doing the Kung Fu and John did the same when he saw me boxing. I now do Wii in the privacy of the basement when no one is around so I don't have any more memories of inciting laughter!

I must confess to being secretly thrilled, however, when I receive the highest score (where I receive a gold crown) and the compliments of my Wii trainer! It is a lot like the smiley faces and gold stars we receive in elementary school for a job well done!


I am looking forward to reaching that three-week mark when research has proven that a new activity becomes a routine. There was a time when I exercised daily or nearly every day - I remember the feeling and that's what I want to get back to - that feeling of needing and loving the work out. Only 15 more days!

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