FLY

I have decided to tip-toe into the world of bourgeoisie. Yes, I consciously, non-impulsively took a big financial hit and I am totally fine with it.

I've decided to take the FlyWheel Challenge. What is FlyWheel? You might ask. Well, it's an incredibly expensive but amazing form of burning a maximum amount of calories while mentally escaping into a room for 45 minutes on a stationary bike where I can close my eyes and the only focus is breathing and enjoying the music.

Due to the lingering issue with my right foot, I explored the joys of spinning this summer when the FlyWheel studio in Tribeca offered us a free month. Super smart, cause not only have I told numerous guests about the studio, but I'm now addicted. C'est la vie. I'm able to push myself to exhaustion with minimal impact on my wee foot. Hoorah!

What does this Challenge entail? (Do you like how I capitalize it b/c it's important?) Anyway, we did get a 28 day eating plan with a super-fance nutritionist. She looks like Barbie but has a realistic approach and seems very practical. I'm modifying the plan based on my budget and schedule. Oh, but I may have won the lottery tonight. One second... Nope.

We also get 16 classes-don't worry I did the math and if I were to buy 16 classes, I'd be spending more than the cost of the challenge. I will not tell you how much each class is because I will not be judged by you! Plus, you can just look it up online if you're very curious.

Very little is ever in my hands. I have a job that tells me when to work, they tell me how much they will pay me, my job is to help other people figure out what to do in the City, my other profession is only possible when other people give me the opportunity to perform for them, I rarely get to act lately and I've been feeling rather sad about that. This is my remedy. If I let myself go down the path of 'woe to me' too long, I start really building up stories about how lost I am. Truthfully, I'm not lost at all. I know this. And I am taking a financial leap with this venture.