No, I took the high road. I wrote a very polite e-mail declining their personal training services. Then I told everyone I've ever talked to about crossfit why they should not go to that gym. I've been considering posting a Yelp review, but honestly, I fear the karma of badmouthing someone in print. So I'm torn between…

A guy once bought a whole new bed and mattress to have sexy times with me, because I hated his bed and wouldn't stay there. He was worth the second chance.

Beds are for sleeping, reading, and sexy times. Man, and I feel bad when I eat on the couch/coffee table instead of at the dining room table (both have sight lines to the tv...)

I lifted with tennis elbow yesterday. That was totally on me. My trainer has now put me on a strict no-arms policy for the next month at least.

The first crossfit box I went to told me that I was too fat and out of shape to work out there unless I hired a personal trainer, because I was a liability to the gym. I'm a size 14 and can deadlift 240 pounds. Luckily, their ploy to get more money out of me through overpriced personal training was so transparent, and…

So, moderation in all things, then? That would actually be not bad, were it not in the service of another's ego.

You know when you make chocolate chip cookies, and there's the step where you cream butter and sugar together, before you add the flour? I made that last week just to eat as a snack. No, I did not eat cookie dough. I ate creamed butter and sugar. And I would do it again.

I do yoga twice a week and crossfit twice a week. I find it's a good balance between strength and flexibility.

I agree, the key is to find a good box that responds to your fitness needs safely, instead of blind extreme pushing. I started crossfit last March. I've only lost one pants size and no pounds, and I'm not super muscular and cut. But I feel strong, I have skills (I learned to climb a rope!), and it makes me feel good.

I refer to myself as a "woman of ass." Particularly when making reservations in tiny, overcrowded restaurants with microscopic tables and chairs.

The key is to find something that you love. A few people on here (and a few of their grandparents) love long walks! I love yoga. Physical activity should be fun, not a chore.

Arnold Schwarzenegger was obese by BMI measure when he won Mr. Universe.

Like any trend, there are inconsistencies when people pile on. I'm a certified yoga instructor, and I've been to yoga classes where the instructor was telling people to do things with their bodies that we were severely cautioned against in our training. The crossfit trainers at my gym have multiple certifications, get…

I'm nowhere near skinny, nor super-defined. My fitness goals have always been very clear: I want to feel comfortable in my skin (that is, without pain or stiffness) and I want to be able to outrun or otherwise respond effectively to an apocalyptic, action movie-style event. Zombie apocalypse? Hell yeah I can climb…

Damn the hair of historical hotties. See: Joseph fucking Stalin elsewhere in these comments.

It's the hair. That hair is amazing. And as he got more evil, he lost its power.

Thanks for that. Just yesterday I was eying my untouched deluxe sample bottle of Happy and wondering if I should toss it. Now I know.

Which dueled Aaron Burr? (Not that I condone violence in the ranking of hotness.)

You're right, I was half asleep when I posted. I'm hot for BOTH Andrew Jackson and Alexander Hamilton. (Hamilton's the one immortalized in bronze at the Treasury building, right?)

I've always had a thing for Alexander Hamilton. Check out your 20s, seriously.