February 11, 2015
FREEZE YOUR WAY TO A BETTER BODY
See why top models like Crystal Renn and Maryna Linchuk are using cryotherapy for an instant body boost.
It never ceases to amaze me the extremes people will go through to look better. Some of it is just crazy or even seems unsafe! The latest? Freezing your body? Ouch! Take a look at one woman's experience:On a recent Tuesday morning, I was shaking in my Stuart Weitzman booties—not only because of the blistering cold outside but also because I was on my way to my first cryotherapy treatment. I was, admittedly, a little scared.
Cryotherapy, originally developed for rheumatoid arthritis patients, is now a thing among models, athletes, and beauty junkies. It requires spending a few minutes in a chamber where it's negative 264 degrees in order to improve your sleep, increase your metabolism, boost your collagen production, reduce your cellulite, and smooth your wrinkles. Sounds slightly terrifying, but promises major results...so, with my face contorted like that emoji with the giant eyes and no mouth—just so curious—I booked a session.
I took the first available appointment at Kryolife, a New York City-based studio that offers whole-body cryotherapy. As I walked in, co-owner Joanna Fryben, the woman responsible for bringing cryotherapy to the States from her native Poland, greeted me. Forty-something-year-old Fryben looks like a cross between Gwyneth Paltrow and Anja Rubik, and does not have a single wrinkle in sight, which quelled some of my fears about freezing my body (well, at least the ones related to my resulting appearance, not the actual experience, that is).
Fryben led me to a dressing room, where I was instructed to dry off any sweat (lingering moisture could result in a mild case of frostbite) and change into a robe, knee-high athletic socks, wooden clogs, and white Mr. Peanut gloves. Naturally. "It will be the strangest outfit you will ever wear," warned Joanna from outside, but there is a reason for the odd getup. "The blood gets cut off from your extremities so you need to protect your hands and feet," she instructed. On went another pair of mittens over my white gloves.
We entered the space reserved for the treatment, a luxe Aspen cabin-like room complete with glossy wood floors and a white sheepskin rug. I shed my robe and stepped into the "cryosauna," which encased my body up to my neck, with just my head sticking out. Almost immediately, I was practically numb from the waist down, shaking uncontrollably. "You are doing beautifully," cheered Fryben. "Twenty seconds left!"
