Ballet class fats So I've talked before about taking ballet classes for adult beginners. The classes are some of the highlights of my week, but like everywhere else, the fats are encroaching. While the utter beetus barge in my earlier story mercifully hasn't shown her face in a while, some new garden-variety fats have joined the class I'm taking, and it sucks. They whine about their weight while we're warming up, about how they have to modify the turns to accommodate their sizes and about how they totally eat the same foods in the same amounts as slim girls. They're mediocre through and through - I haven't seen them make any progress in several weeks, not that they care. When they make mistakes, the ballet teacher inevitably ends up giving them corrections that would be time better spent on the students who care. I suspect they go home and brag about how they're such athletes and dancers, too - one of them already brags all the time about her alleged acrobatic skills. I can't wait until they drop out, or else I'm able to move up to the next class level, which is at least for now a 100% fat-free zone.