Pull your flesh out from underneath your sits bones

When working out, I am pretty no-nonsense. I want to feel the burn. I want to sweat in a manly way. I want to feel like I am going to throw up... and then swallow it.

Here are some things I don't want: I don't want anything to remind me that I am not gorgeous. I don't want to chit-chat. And I don't want to work out with celebrities, even though doing so is part of the tough truth of LA. I didn't think there was anything worse then putting on spandex leggings and a tight top then standing next to Drew Barrymore, until the other day...

I took a class with no celebrities in sight. I felt the burn, threw up and swallowed. Everything was going great. Then during cool down, as I was relaxing and stretching the instructor said, "now pull your flesh out from underneath your sits bones and stretch."

My "sits" bones? First of all, that is not a saying. Secondly, is she telling me to spread my ass cheeks? Just say that: "Spread your ass and stretch." Don't make up a phrase. Don't talk about me "pulling my flesh." That sounds even grosser than saying butt. We are adults. Just say butt.