I Like to Move It, Move It

So I have been slacking on the exercise program. It really was the first trimester exhaustion that did it, plus the heavy breathing. But also, I was getting bored. I had intended to mix the Wii Fit with DDR, but then I discovered something that I hadn't been aware of. DDR involves jumping. A lot of jumping. And early 30s technocracygirl doesn't enjoy jumping nearly as much as 20-something technocracygirl. So the DDR kind of went away, and I was just doing the Wii Fit.

But last night, for Hannukkah, wanderingfey gave me Just Dance 2! So I put that in tonight. As it turns out, the most important part is to move your hands correctly, so even when the screen guy is going down in an easy Cossack squat, you can just do the arms and it still counts. Which is very good for the woman who gets nauseated from bending at the waist these days.

And I did a good 15-25 minutes of cardio tonight. (I was sweaty, breathing really hard, and exhausted. Good enough for me. Normally, I'm just panting and exhausted.)

So maybe now I have something to switch out for, and get back on the exercise track.

I did excellently on "It's Raining Men", "Rasputin", and "Call Me" and not so good on "Tik Tok" and "S.O.S." And there are still good songs I didn't muck around with today. Plus, there's a warm-up routine in the Options! Sweet!

In other news, I'm reading Lauren Willig's THe Secret History of the Pink Carnation, which is a romance novel/Napoleonic spy story a la The Scarlet Pimpernel. Actually, very, very similar to SP, now that I think about it. It eschews to modern romance tropes a little too firmly for my SF/F brain tastes, but is otherwise clever, cute, and a good little read. I've already read the sequel, The Masque of the Black Tulip, so I know what I'm in for.

And now, bed awaits.