(The fact that body types go in and out of style is a bananas phenomenon that deserves its own story.) Your butt, ladies, is now allowed to become as big and floppy as you'd like. I've been alerted to the fact that we are living in the age of the butt. Day after day, it was my gut that looked up at me like a sad child who had been punished for doing nothing wrong. Maybe it used to be different - back when having a squishy and unseemly butt was as out of the question as having a squishy and unseemly stomach - and they'd never gotten around to changing the name. This class was called Butt and Gut, one I took in anticipation of a vacation I was going on, but I couldn't figure out when the butt stuff would start. Our trainer delivered her instructions in the manner of someone who wanted to yell at us to quit being such babies but whose boss had warned her to be nice. Now we were about to "take a break" and hammer out our obliques by doing the elbow-to-opposite-knee maneuver. This was our 50th crunch, which followed three minutes of hard planking. She looked around, waiting for us all to look reinspired, but we wouldn't be.
"Your body only changes when you change it," said the woman standing over me, which, sure, hard to argue with that.
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