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By Andrea Bennett | September 16, 2016 | Lifestyle
Las Vegas has so many creative ways to toxify yourself, it’s only fitting we have as many creative ways to heal. Our editor tried a few last week.
Listen, I totally understand that humans are our own perfect filtration systems. And although I will get a number of indignant emails from medical professionals (in my family) saying as much, I defend detoxing this way: When you live in Las Vegas, a city that has cooked up so many awesome ways to harm yourself, even the idea of detoxing is downright seductive. Name a treatment meant to help rid your body of toxins, I’ve probably tried it: salt rooms; Turkish and Moroccan hammams; Russian baths with coronary-inducing cold plunges; the doctor-run Hangover Heaven bus in Las Vegas, and many more. I live pretty cleanly in the first place, so I may not be experiencing the dramatic rescue effects that many of these treatments intend. But I often need the forced digital break—even for an hour. Here are a few things I tried last week:
On a funky little diagonal street off Rancho and Charleston, Healing Waters is known among cleansing devotees for its colonics and ionic foot baths, but fewer people know it for its Hyper-Oxy chambers. A therapist zips you completely in to a tube that looks like a giant sleeping bag, then increases the air pressure to three times higher than normal, forcing pure oxygen at you and increasing the amount of oxygen your body can carry. Hyperbaric oxygen is a well-known treatment for scuba divers suffering decompression sickness, as well as help in healing injuries and skin grafts, but my therapist, Deanna, said that it’s also the secret weapon of local MMA fighters, who come in freshly injured, and leave with swelling relieved and bruising stopped in its tracks, their pretty faces preserved. She also said it would be good for my skin, which was reason enough for me, so in I went. (For the claustrophobic: They check on you every 15 minutes to make sure you’re not panicking, but it doesn’t have the same enclosed feeling as, say, an MRI.)
Side benefit: Luckily, I had no new bruises to miraculously heal, but I did get an amazing nap in the cocoon. I went in with no makeup on, and saw a major difference in my skin (far more than a med spa oxygen facial): My face was a little flushed and definitely brighter, and I felt more relaxed than even post-massage. 820 Rancho Ln. #62, 702-388-4124
The first juice and last juice cleanse I ever tried was in a health spa in the Poconos nearly 20 years ago in a place that confiscated contraband on your arrival. With no cell phone, no books, and only three large glasses of broccoli-carrot-celery juice a day to keep me company, I cracked after a day and stole apples out of the kitchen just for the illicit thrill. If I tried this again, I would need to cleanse with a company that has a sense of humor. I knew I already loved the juices from The Juice Standard. But the fact that their location in Cosmopolitan winks at juicing by running a full bar (Bee Happy nut milk + vodka = Happy Russian!) sealed the deal. I went to their Summerlin location to pick up my two days of Green Standard cleanse, which included almost more juice than I could drink, including Bee WHealthy, a combo of green veggies, apple, dandelion lemon, ginger, and turmeric; Bee Resilient, with romaine, spinach, cucumber, parsley, kale, microgreens, ginger, and lemon; Bee Pure or Bee Vibrant (each a lemonade—Vibrant has a kick of cayenne pepper); and Bee Magnificent, a cashew nut milk with dates, agave, cinnamon, and vanilla bean, and tasting suspiciously like an amazing, thick milkshake.
Side benefit: Well, obviously, I felt like a total saint. Two days is short: Many people cleanse for a week or more, so I couldn’t claim fasting euphoria or weight loss, particularly since the Green Standard is about nutrition than restricting calories. Since I wasn’t eating late at night, I slept like a baby and woke up completely non-puffy. I would definitely do this again (maybe even longer!) before an important event or picture-opp.
Less about detoxing and more about giving you a wake-up call about your body composition, the Bod Pod is a central piece of equipment in Red Rock’s new Well & Being-managed spa, one of only three in the country. With an ever-growing number of treatments, incredible new workout machines, nutrition classes, and a yoga sanctuary with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the pool, who needs a trip to Sedona? I’d stay here for my next destination spa week. Emily, the spa’s Intentional Living Specialist, explained that the Bod Pod more accurately measures your fat-to-muscle ratio than calipers or buoyancy tests; in fact, this particular machine came straight off a US Navy ship to live at Red Rock. I’m not telling the results, but I will say I’m newly motivated to strength-train. Having seen the beautiful marketing materials for Well & Being’s wall yoga, I assumed I’d be suspended upside-down from a climbing wall. In fact, the wall yoga is far less intimidating, taking place in a relaxing, low-lit room with straps on padded panels (and your feet mostly on the ground).
Side benefit: The yoga wasn’t particularly strenuous, but hanging from straps gives you an amazing stretch. The lower back pain I’d woken up with: gone. And those Bod Pod results are now posted on my refrigerator as a workout reminder. Locals can pay a resort fee to use the spa, and then only $5 per yoga class through September, and $15 per class thereafter.
How do you keep pace with a party-packed Vegas lifestyle without burning out? Vegas Editor-in-Chief Andrea Bennett seeks out the healthy indulgences, insider finds, and desert beauty tricks that help you balance Vegas’s unique climate, nightlife culture, and fabulous temptations. (Hint: It’s not all yoga and kombucha here.)
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