In an effort to stay healthy (read: lose the extra weight I have been carrying around and blaming on my non-functional thyroid) I decided to start taking Crossfit classes. It started with a few one-on-ones with the instructor to learn the movements (which I did wrong – a lot) and a meeting with a nutritionist (you know how much I like to eat, so that was not terribly promising) who told me I had a whole lot of body fat. (“Really?,” I asked her, “Then why does everyone keep telling me how great I look. Do they all lie?”). Apparently they do. You know who you are.