So for those who missed it (shock, horror), I moved from New York last October to pick up the Beso mantle. Beyond everything changing (new husband, new house, new job, new car), nothing really changed: I wear the same whackadoodle outfits to work (yesterday, as I left the house for work, I asked Rob if he liked my outfit; he responded that he likes my confidence), I’m still obsessed with my cats, and I obsessively color-code my life, from my closet to my bookshelves to Rob’s massive LP collection.
I’ve also been eating and drinking the same things, namely, I always have a salad for lunch, manage to drink not even a single sip of water over the course of an average day, and put back way too much wine. Yet somehow—despite the fact that I’ve been riding my bike to work—I’ve gained eight pounds. And no, I’m not prego.
Despite my best efforts to keep my life the same here in LA, I think I know why this has happened: In New York, I managed to make it to Soul Cycle three times a week, most notably, to Rique’s class, which is like a 45-minute, heart attack-inducing sprint (in the best possible way). Though I’ve been trying to replicate the effect at various spin studios around the city, up until this morning, there was no Soul Cycle in Los Angeles, and definitely no Rique. But things have changed: Soul Cycle opened the doors to its first L.A. studio this morning, and I was there, hoping to begin to turn this steady scale climb around. Who wants to ride with me? Meanwhile, meet the L.A.-based team:
[...] great Saturday ritual in the city, since Rob was usually hard at work at Vitsoe. I would go to spin class, meet a friend for breakfast, and then wander for hours, shopping my way from the Lower East Side [...]