My mom and stepdad came to visit for six days and I gained two pounds. Granted I also had a cold, so I double-justified their visit with my cough for reasons not to work out. Plus, it's so easy to find yourself walking 2-3 miles per day in New York--that counts, right?
In Sacramento, I lived in East Sac, which is about a mile and a half to most of midtown's madness, but heaven forbid I walk that far! OK, OK, I'll bike and sometimes skateboard, but walk?? You must be crazy. It was hard not having a car in Sacramento, but that's some of the reason I kept in touch with friends. Sometimes you have to hit up 5 or 6 people in your phone book before you find a ride.
New Yorkers don't even know how to drive except for taxi drivers who routinely honk at pedestrians as they run red lights. Buses are a little smaller, but they still zoom between massive, growling garbage trucks and brave parked cars. It's not rare to find Range Rovers and Jaguars parked in the Lower East Side, even though you know the fanciest car anyone owns in that neighborhood is a Mazda.
So yeah, I walk a mile to work and school everyday. It's not uncommon for me to wander during lunch time too, easily adding up the blocks to something resembling cardio. It's no wonder New Yorkers have zero upper body muscle, but asses as hard as peach pits--I'm envisioning a new gym machine called the Subway Stair Stepper.
My parents left yesterday and took their rich food with them. My favorite dinner involved truffle oil macaroni and cheese and pistachio-encrusted goat cheese souffle at 44 & X (the "X" is the Roman Numeral for 10) in Hell's Kitchen. My stepdad raved about the new Plaza Hotel Food Hall by Todd English (try the Tuna Two Way sushi roll, the TE sliders, and any kind of cheese with quince).
I made it to the gym this morning and was texting with my mom to compare weight gain. She gained a couple pounds too, but my stepdad "isn't talking." They can't blame me though. I provided the subway stairs Sacramento doesn't have.
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