Doing my penance

The wages of chocolate are Balletone classes. Balletone is the new craze sweeping America. It is a sculpting class based on the principles of ballet (cause you know, ballerinas don't have flabby thighs). They are usually taught by a skinny, well built blonde whose name usually ends in either a "y" or "i". My aspirations of being a ballerina ended at the age of four when I couldn't graduate past step-step-clap. They threw second clap in there and I couldn't hang. Anyway, I'm holding this pose where I'm balancing on my left leg, extending my right foot to the side, and doing side lifts for about 5 million counts. Mindy or Cindy or Muffy says, "This hurts me just as much." Oh, really. I'll show you hurt when the feeling returns to my left leg.