“Are you ready to party, West Hollywoooood!!??” Soul Cycle has arrived in LA. And even though I kicked off my cycling tour with the cheesiest instructor ever, I admit, I kinda drank the cool-aid. When Jon informed me that I really won’t lose the last few pounds of babyness by reading Harper’s Bazaar on a Precor machine, I decided (at the encouragement of some NY friends) to go hard on the bike, even though I have been a Spin hater for years. And although I feel as if I am on The Biggest Loser (so fucking outta shape!) I have to say that my endorphins are thanking me. On a different transformative note, another thing I’ve been hating for years (but am now loving) is coconut water. I read about Harmless Harvest and I swear it tastes like toasted coconuts for only 45 cals. The electrolytes are the perfect compliment to my new found love for the “ride.” Now all I have to do is get the balls to swing around my towel in the air. True story.










