Here’s the daily scuttlebutt pertaining to my ample butt. My weight bounced back up by 0.2 pounds. Seems like a blip. I’m not super concerned.
Apparently this wasn’t enough of an increase to trigger one of the balance board’s guilt trips. You know, the ones where you must confess all your dietary sins to an anthropomorphic step stool.
I did okay in both the balance and agility challenges. Much to my surprise, this was my Wii Fit Plus age…
I thought I understood how Wii Fit age was calculated, but now all bets are off. I gained weight, managed to stand on the balance ball without falling over, and sat on a few numbers. Based on this criteria, I’m in the best shape of my life. Of course, I don’t consider the Wii Fit age to be a useful indicator of anything. I treat it as a novelty. Still, it is a fickle mistress indeed.
EA Sports Active
After putting it aside for quite awhile, I’ve gone back to EA Sports Active. Upon starting the 30-Day challenge, I got to choose between these two handsome young folks who were vying to be the guide on my fitness odyssey.
The game doesn't name them, so I call this pair Kimmy Gibbler and Barack Obama.
The trainers are supposed to be inspirational motivators, but they inevitably become the focus of my rage during events like inline skating and alternating side lunges where the game doesn’t seem to be very good at detecting movement.
I actually got the hang of inline skating after awhile (The trick is, don’t jump when it says jump), but the motion detection on the lunges seems wonky. Left lunges take longer to register than right, which throws off your rhythm, and if you wobble at all you can fail the rep. I’m just getting started though, maybe in time I’ll get used to the way that the game wants me to move.
With the workout set to high intensity, this game is a lot more strenuous than a Wii Fit. I was out of breath a few times, and dripping with sweat. In spite of the fact that my thighs were reduced to quivering goo toward the end, I still managed to do pretty well.
Hey! what's that crack about walking the track? I was running! Jerk.
To add insult to exhaustion, my avatar looks like Roy Orbison.
