I can't stress enough the importance of girls' trips. Every woman needs to prioritize making time for herself and her lady friends to run away from jobs, significant others, kids, etc. and relive her 20s. Mentally, emotionally, spiritually - bonding with great friends on an adventure trip is like hitting the reset button on your attitude and outlook. There are many wonderful places to take such a trip and the further away the better. One of my favorites is Iceland. Let your phone die and bring that awesome digital camera you paid too much for and never use.
On New York's Upper East Side, gyms and boutique fitness experiences seem to be growing like weeds. You can't walk two blocks without running into one, kind of like nail salons. But that's a good thing. New Yorkers are competitive and pride themselves on being at the forefront of everything from food to fashion to tech, and fitness is no different. All these workout options are great for consumers who get to try out different methods and find the one that works for them.
The newest addition to the neighborhood is Ripped Fitness on 2nd Avenue between 75th and 74th (lucky for them the subway is finally completed!). It's across the street from a massive Equinox, who's afraid of a little competition? Not Brian Ripka, founder of RIpped Fitness and former CEO of Judith Ripka Jewelry. Ripped Fitness is an amazing high intensity interval training workout that runners will love.
I just got back from an amazing ski trip at Beaver Creek, Colorado and packing for this trip was actually fun (okay it was more fun shopping for this trip!) I recently got new skis and boots at Ski Barn in New Jersey and was surprised to see a really nice collection of designer ski clothes perfect for the après ski scene in Colorado but also totally functional enough for low temps and serious runs. Here are a few stand outs:
Not all yoga studios are created equal. In fact, event within the same studio, the yoga experience can vary widely based on the instructor. And when you're devoting over an hour to a workout, it's pretty disappointing when you leave feeling you haven't enjoyed yourself, or challenged yourself in terms of your practice. So here are a few foolproof classes in Manhattan where you're sure to get the most out of yoga day.
Although it's day 2 of my period, miraculously I haven't broken out in zits. I can only attribute my clear skin to the diet. And on this last day of the detox, I have lost 2 lbs since yesterday (home cooked meals are the way to go!). I'm still 2.5 lbs away from my pre-binge weight, but very pleased with the results. I consider extending this detox, with the exception of allowing myself a glass of red wine each night, which is supposed to be good for you anyway. I can go without bread and pasta, but no wine or cocktails is simply not an option for me.
I wake up and immediately weigh myself, knowing this would be ugly after my night out with the ladies. Yup, I went back up a pound. I could have rescheduled the dinner but I didn't want the detox to completely take control of my life. One of my dinner companions explained that I shouldn't be weighing myself every day, that I should wait until the end of the 7 days. And eating out means a ton of sodium which makes you retain water. Oh well, live and learn. Another friend doesn't weigh herself at all and doesn't own a scale, she simply gauges her size by how her clothes fit. I like this idea and consider tossing my scale. At least this is almost over, one day at a time.
I awake to two 2 gifts: my monthly one and the little guy has wet his bed. I weigh myself and I'm half a pound less, yay! But my belly is bloated thanks to the first gift. I haven't been keeping track but of course it comes during the week I decide to diet. Now to address my urine soaked son. I take him out of bed and say we need to get him in the bath but he's upset and refuses. I try to explain to him he's dirty and reeks of urine, that he can't go to school like that. He still refuses. I explain I'm just going to wash him from the waist down, not his hair, not a "real" bath, but he just screams and rolls around on the floor. Another early morning battle of wills. I'm getting too old for this shit. It's 7:05am and this is how I have to start my day?
I start to make their lunches when I realize I have no bread for their sandwiches. I figure I can run to the market on the corner in time to make the sandwiches and not be late for school if I can get the kids to cooperate and hustle. Fat chance. The little one won't put his pants on because they're not lined with the soft fleece of 1000 sheep. He asks for sweatpants but as a rule I won't let them wear sweatpants to school – I know I will lose this battle soon, they’re starting to want to choose their own clothes, even mentioning specific brands. Apparently 3rd grade boys have already determined what clothing is “cool” and what isn’t – skinny jeans and Jacadi polos don't make the cut. Head to toe Under Armour and Nike reign supreme.
I sleep in since the kids aren't here to wake me at the break of dawn, and hubby slips out to work. I look at the clock, it's 8:15am, and I realize I signed up for a 9am Y7 yoga class where you have to be there 15 minutes early. I jump out of bed and weigh myself - I lost half a pound, not much, but better than no change. I quickly wash face, brush teeth, grab water bottle with Nuun tablet and run out the door. I grab coffee on the way and speedwalk trying not to spill coffee all over myself.
If SoulCycle and Yoga had a baby, that's Y7.
I wake with a child's foot in my neck. I ended up giving into the mommy guilt and caved to my son's request to sleep in his bed. I'm not gonna lie, I had a crap sleep but it was so delicious cuddling with that sweaty little guy. It's a well-known fact children are most adorable when they're asleep. But despite a sore back I am content that I survived the first day, it's supposed to be the hardest right?