First point, which I believe just needs to be brought in the open: I have a huge chest. And those things ain't light as a feather (this was laid out explicitly during the painfully awkward "dense and fibrous breasts" comment made by someone who performed an annual exam I had during my undergrad). I have a feeling they add close to 20 pounds more than someone with my same clothing size but filling out a B cup. (Ah, the days of a B cup. I remember them fondly. I was, like, seven.) Now, I realize I'm a tad overweight (hence me buying this stupid thing), but I am not edging on the "obese" line that the game makes me out to be. My opinion has always been that I'm pretty average-sized, even when I wake up days and succumb to the American Female Attitude of "I hate my body."
This being said, I can't help but giggle when the screen plumps up my little Mii in accordance with my BMI reading and says, in a cutsie voice, "That's overweight!" Even plump, my Mii is adorable, which, I believe, doesn't serve as the best motivational tool for losing weight, but more for getting on the balance board every morning just to hear the result accompanied by a xylophone melody that can only be described as "lumbering".
Point two: I love kicking Tom's ass in so many activities. Part of the very clever strategy the WiiFit uses is to put all users on the same record board, so you try harder to beat your family's best times, points, etc. In our case, it's a great way to bring out our competitive sides in kind of a stealthy way. One of us will come home from work and be greeted warmly by the other, only to be followed with a cheery "Oh, and since I didn't work today, guess who has the new ski jump record??"
Tom tends to excel in a couple of the balance activities - he's beat me in to the ground with the table tilt and soccer heading ones - and for some reason, he rocks the sun salutation in yoga. I, however, have him sturdily beat in the ski jump and slalom exercies, and most of the yoga poses that involve standing on one leg. We both usually do our exercises in secret, thereby planting our new records like little ninjas for the other person to find when they get home.
My last complaint: what's up with the lotus exercise? If I concentrate on the flame of the candle like it tells me, I lose quickly. However, picking a point on the wall yesterday got me an improvement of two minutes of concentration. And I don't get the point... I don't really even understand what I'm supposed to do. It's a little too Siddhartha for my taste.
I'm impressed with Nintendo. This is the only thing that's consistently gotten me up as early as 6:30 in the morning to do my workouts. Tom as well... this is quite a feat, and my hat is off to them.
But really, Nintendo. If you're going to plump up my Mii, at least give me a little credit in the boob area.
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