Say hello to my little friend...

It's my Wii.  The Wii and I are having a bit of an affair, you see.  I've even been cheating on my regular gym partner, Goldilocks, with the Wii.  It makes me feel like a bad person to say that, but the Wii is always at home, where it's warm and not snowing, ready to snuggle down with a good game of imaginary boxing, or cycling, or even pretending I'm a penguin and trying to catch fish.  I don't have to drive there.  I don't have to worry if my new yoga pants make my crotch look "insane" (to quote Michael Kors from Project Runway).  I don't even have to wait for some sweaty dude carrying a jug of water that is bigger than my butt to get off the one weight machine I have left to use for a complete circuit.

So yeah, me likey.  I even named him "Frank."  His full name is Frank Wii.  As in, "Frank Wii, my dear, you need to get your butt up off the couch and bust a move."  He's a tough-love kind of friend, what can I say.

As a poster child for ADD, I'm sure that I will eventually lose interest in poor Frank.  But right now, we are hot and heavy.

My recommendation is to find a friend who already has one and try it out before you buy it to see if it's something you even like.  But if you decide to get one, you can't name it Frank Wii--that name is taken.  I would suggest Sudden Wii, True Wii, or--if you yell the secret word--Pee Wii (that one is courtesy of my friend D. Willy).