confession.

I hear confession is good for the soul.

So I must confess:

I am ridiculously out of shape.

I am petite, it’s true. But after utilizing my cousins’ Wii Fit and discovering that my “Wii Fit Age” is 41 (um, that’s nearly twice my real age!), I am surrendering to the fact that petite-ness isn’t everything.

No, sir.

I may be small, but small doesn’t equal healthy (unfortunately).

So, my new year’s decision to exercise is being immediately implemented. Jordan and I have been walking in the mornings, yes, but now I am determined to begin the dreaded jogging in the afternoon. Last night I used the parentals’ treadmill to walk for 30 minutes. I thought I was going to die.

To top it all off, I’m asking for my own Wii Fit for my birthday. Prior to the discovery that I am, in fact, middle aged, I made a lot of fun of the Wii Fit. “Why can’t people just get off the couch and play outside? Why do people need a video game to help them exercise?”

Because, dear, naive, 20-something self: the Wii Fit is much more than a video game. It’s a personal trainer.

And let’s face it: I don’t have the money for a personal trainer. Nor do I have the money for a gym membership. Really, I don’t. I do, however, have a 23rd (or is it 42nd?) birthday coming up.

So, Mom, are you listening? I’d like a Wii Fit, please. Pretty please?

(And, also, one of these. Because I probably will get tired of working out in front of a television.)

Courtesy of Oh Joy!.