I've just got this Bellydance For Beginners: Arms, Abs, Hips, Buns & Thighs DVD. I've always had this curiosity to see what it would imply. I have to say this is more of a fitness DVD than a dance one, but as I wanted it to replace my Wii love (at my parent's), it's just as good.

The thing that puzzles me is that the presenters are twins. I find it slightly twisted that these twins agreed to train in exactly the same dances and perform bellydance together. But anyways, I got two sexy, uber-smiley, bare-navel twins on my laptop screen doing their fitness rutine. After much bizarre air-slapping, arse contracting and "feeling sensual" as they ask you to do, I'm after a second and possibly a third DVD. It will all be worth it if they can improve my sense of coordination, which is non-existent. But the wise twins know everything, and they suggest that if doing the hips, arms and legs movements at once is too complicated, I should stick to the hips only.

So I've been Wii-ing like crazy. Love it. Fantastic.

So a couple of days ago I pulled myself together for an abdominal challenge (I was calculating he would want me to do 70 reps) with Mr. Trainer. I took a deep breath, pressed A... and there he appeared, sweat-free as usual, with his little pony tail (why Wii creators, why that tail?). An what does the bastard tell me? Come back some other time, I'm not feeling well.

I was so shocked. How's the guy meant to give me teenage-Britney's-six-pack with this attitude?

The guy's a bitch.

And yesterday i tried again to challenge him, and he confessed... he had been secretly training! he only gave up after 100 reps... He should take himself less seriously.