Let me put it out there that I’m almost 30…That’s right, the big 3 & 0 is looming closer and closer and to be honest, I’m a little worried. It’s not a “mid-life” crisis kind of thing, it’s more of a “it’s harder to lose weight after a certain age, which is 30” kind of thing. To be fair, I’m not sure if that’s actually true, but it’s what I’ve been told and I’m a little too lazy right now (one of my many problems) to do the research. So for the sake of this post, we’ll say it’s legit.
Several times in the somewhat recent past, I have tried to eat better and exercise more with some degree of success, but it doesn’t last long. I mean, there’s only so much fun in eating vegetables without any kind of condiments or feasting on mixed nuts before your mouth becomes so dry and gross that Burning Man requested to have next year’s festival in your mouth.
There was a time, back in the day, 10 years ago to be exact, where I played one video game religiously. That game had me sweating my proverbial balls off and I spent hours on that game daily. Dance Dance Revolution (DDR) was one of my favorite series during those few years, where I was a maniac and everyday after school I’d pop that bad boy into my PS2 and ignore my high school duties. It was insane how quickly I lost weight playing that game.
I distinctly remembering weighing myself after a couple months of nonstop playing and freaking out because I thought I was sick. I had lost 15 pounds and I went straight to my mom telling her I couldn’t go to school due to sudden weight loss. Sadly, I still had to go to school after she laughed at me and said it was because of DDR. Dammit.
So now a decade later, I still have my games and my dance pads. I tried playing it again a year or so ago and let me tell you something. I’m pretty sure the controls got messed up because I sucked royally. I was fantastic at that game, so it definitely couldn’t have been because it was 10 years of not playing.
After my disappointment and a week of on-and-off again playing, I gave up and put it back into my closet. I started looking online for fun ways to lose weight while still staying true to my geeky-ass tendencies and I realized I could get down with Just Dance.
It looked like so much fun and if I could get as good at this game as I did with DDR, then I’d also be a decent dancer! That would thus mean that I’d actually not look like an idiot when I occasionally join my friend and go dancing with her! I would not be that white girl! Oh the excitement that flooded through me was palpable. So by the powers of Zeus, I bought that game, the camera, and movit controllers so I could get my sweat (AND swol) on.
Let’s just say that rhythm is not just a hard word to spell. If you’ve ever been unfortunate enough to see someone have an epileptic seizure, then imagine that being me except add to it sweat, off-beat stomping, and cruel and unusual guttural noises emanating from my very being.
It’s rough, but you know what? It gets the job done. I had fun, I got sweaty and tired, and my body was definitely a little tender the next day. I think I’ll make this an addition to my somewhat existent workout routine. Here’s hoping that this horrendously amusing game can do for me what DDR magically accomplished.