Wii Fit
This would have come sooner had the three of us not been so very poor, and Wii Fit been so very popular.
However, thanks to the wonder of people not knowing what to buy me for my birthday, I managed to rack up enough in HMV vouchers to get on their waiting list for Wii Fit. Then, one day a couple of weeks ago I got a call. Wii Fit was in. All of my recent dreams of owning it had come true.
Is it worth the hype and blanket advertising? Oh yes. And then some.
I never thought I could be so hooked to exercise, but I sit at work and daydream about playing the ski-jumping game. And hula-hooping. And dancing.
Its hard too. None of the kiddy-friendly fluff I was kind of expecting; Wii Fit is genuinely taxing and makes you work. So far I’ve pulled:
one thigh,
my groin
and twisted my abs horrendously whilst frantically trying to make my body get into one of the more challenging Yoga poses. Do I care? Not in the slightest. Nintendo has done something I would have thought impossible with Wii Fit. Its made a- albeit rather nifty and clever- pair of weighing scales and a game which makes you sweat into something magical. The shear attention to detail, especially my favourite option to tell the Wii board that you’re playing naked, is perfect, and the personification of the board itself is very cool, if slightly creepy.
Oh yeah, and Fit Piggy:
Go and buy it. Now. I won’t be sharing mine.
