Getting fit for WiiFit

      

“Screw you, bitch!” was the first thing I yelled at my TV today. Why? Because WiiFit won’t let me get fit!

       In case you have been living under a rock for the past month or so, Nintendo released a video game for the Nintendo Wii titled WiiFit. It’s a game that allows you to create awareness about being in shape (kind of harsh at times, I must add) in a fun way through balance games, running simulations and some yoga, just to mention a few of the game activities. The game works with a balance board, which is shown in the picture at the beginning of the post. The packaging of the game says that the board is designed to withstand a maximum of 330 lbs. About 2 weeks ago I checked my weight and I was in the mid 320s so I thought I was good. Right…

       Today I was able to snatch one of the two games that arrived to one of the video game stores in my area (I’ve been hunting one down for about 3 weeks now) and raced home to finally be able to experience WiiFit and put my ass into motion. The game asks about my height, weight and age to make whatever calculations. Then it asks me to step on the balance board to measure my weight, center of balance and Body Mass Index. I step on it and the game tells me that I am over the maximum weight it can hold.

Okay, I can take that.

       Since I’ve been eating junk food for the past 3 weeks, it was no surprise. Then it tells me that the software will reset itself…and effectively shuts me off. It won’t let me play the game at all! Yes, I need to get fit to play Wii-freakin’-Fit!

What the hell!?

How ironic is that? *sighs* I have never before been so pissed at a video game. Ever. So, tomorrow I start jogging with my friend Amanda to lose that weight and play the damn thing. I WILL play this freaking game before the end of the month, dammit!

Midnight French Toast

             It is no secret to my friends that there is nothing that I love more than a slice (or four!) of French Toast soaked in maple syrup for breakfast, for lunch or for dinner. French Toast Sticks(!!!) are great snacks too! Anyway, point is that I can have French Toast anytime and anywhere. However, every time I wanted some, they would be bought or made for me. As much as I love those fountains of gooey goodness, I had never tried to prepare them…ever. So, since I’ve been in some weird cooking mood lately, I thought I’d give it a try and what a better time do so than at midnight!

             My dear friend Amanda and I were studying (or at least pretending to do so) when we got the munchies. We wanted to hit Denny’s and stuff our faces with breakfast food, but being broke college students shot down our plan. After cursing at our empty wallets I had the brightest idea a hungry person can have at midnight. Let’s make French Toast ourselves!

Amanda:  Do you even know how to make them?

Me: Of course I don’t!

Amanda: …ok.

Me: This is why you’ll Google a recipe for me!

Amanda: Yay Google!

            So, she googgled a simple recipe that required nothing but bread, milk, eggs, sugar and cinnamon. No fancy ingredients and very straight to the point. Behold what came to be!

            Since I miscalculated how much we’d need to make 6 slices I ended up with a LOT of French Toast mix, and since nothing in my kitchen can go to waste I went ahead and made more…twice as more. It didn’t matter though. We ate about 8 and the remaining 4 were had for breakfast the next day! French Toast is love.

Closer through Distance

I’m a bad haircut and a wardrobe change away from being a Philosophy mayor, I swear.

       Yesterday I kind of bumped heads with my best boy friend (not boyfriend, as half the island may think) Benjamin and we ended up not talking all day. Being the stupid thing that it was, we met up as if nothing had happened and talked about the whole thing for a total of 15 seconds, and just like that the disturbance in the force was gone. After saying how much we didn’t miss each other (yes, I know, 24 hours apart, it’s an unhealthy thing) something like the following took place:

 

Benji: “Maybe we did need the time apart…”

Me:  “Why do you say that?”

Benji: “Maybe being apart gave us room to miss each other and moved us to be okay again.”

Me: “Well, yeah.”

Benji:  “See? Having you the weekend here instead of out of town had us together too much. Maybe we got sick of each other’s company.”

 

       That last sentence couldn’t be truer. As much as we may love each other we do get sick off each other’s company every once in a while. It doesn’t only happen with friends you’re really close with, it happens with family, classmates, and I would dare say it happens in serious relationships too. We really do need time for ourselves. We need the time to do what we must do in order to keep our sanity. We need time to just be.

       The same thing is happening with my “wife” Ivy! I rarely get sick of her. We sometimes do get on each other’s nerves after spending too much time together and we take a few days off and everything is good again. After having her here for so long and being used to having her around all the time I’m missing her so terribly much! She’s away in California having a great time with her brother, sister-in-law and adorable nephew. Having her not be here for almost two weeks now only makes me long for her to be here more. Once she gets back it will be like she was never away, and I’m sure we’ll get sick of each other in a few days’ time only to miss each other not long after.

       As much as we love to have the people we love around us it is definitely important to have our own time. Even if it’s to just collapse on a bed and stare at the ceiling looking for patterns in the cracks that aren’t really there, or sit down to listen to a CD you haven’t had the time to properly listen to, or maybe play that single-player videogame you don’t play when they’re around so you don’t make them feel left out, or read that book that you’ve been dying to finish…dropping hints much, right?  ^_~

       So, I can’t help but wonder…is distance crucial to make an up-close-and-personal relationship succeed?

The One

      

       I think it might be just me, but for the past few days I keep running into all these “The One” conversations. I don’t know if it’s because of coincidence or if it’s just that I’ve been paying more attention lately. Whatever the case may be, it’s been hovering over me for quite some time, and for whatever reason, it’s been bothering me.

       It’s not so much about being subjected to said topic so often, but because I keep hearing so many different opinions on it, so many different points of view, so many notions of “The One” that I just want to say “Stop it!”.

       I consider myself to be a hopeless romantic and quite old fashioned in some areas when it comes to dating and relationships, but I am the first one to think that “The One” is absolute and pure bullshit.

Nope, Prince Charming isn’t real, kids.

       However, I do believe that there is at least one person out there for each and everyone one of us. I don’t say “perfect for us” because there is no such thing. No one is 100% perfect for us, as much as we may try to say otherwise. No one has been, no one is, and no one will be. Am I contradicting myself? I don’t think so.

So, what is “The One”?

How do we find him or her?

How do we know?

       For me this person is not someone we find, or someone that finds us, but someone we create. It’s not someone that fits perfectly into our views, but someone who can change our vision of perfection and somehow fit in effortlessly. Instead of looking for someone that fits my vision of perfection, I want to find someone who will sway me into believing that they’re perfect for me. Isn’t that much more…romantic? Why write down a list of things to look for in a partner? Why not find that partner and then write down all the great things that come from that special someone? Even then it would be tricky. After all, a whole is greater than the sum of its parts.

       Why not have someone who can break down all your schemes of everything you though of as perfection, turn you upside down, flip the world around, and show you what happiness is?       

       Many views and opinions have been exchanged between my friends and I regarding this subject, and we never seem to completely agree. Some of the criteria thrown my way has boggled me, some have made me realize I was missing something crucial in my thoughts, others have been completely nonesensical, but in the end, we want the same result. Love and happiness. Go figure.

 Life is really fucked up, I tell you.