day 9

when we were in high school, molly quit smoking. she quit smoking for 500 and something days. and if you asked her how many days it had been at any point in her adventure, she would give you an accurate count.

quitting smoking is hard. but it is also kind of fun, when it isn't beating you over the head with angst.

when you move to another state, you get to be whoever you want to be. for some, this could be something as simple as learning to say no to people. like this: no, i will not help you paint your garage. what? why aren't you murdering me? it's a simple exercise in testing your own boundaries and learning that you will not die if you betray your own shitty habits.

so, with patch on arm, i joined a gym. since i have been smoking for 22 years and i just got over the flu and we are in some high altitude, i struggle. but i am not struggling because i smoked a cigarette 4 minutes ago and i know this, so therefor i am strong and shameless. i will walk on my treadmill whilst Miss Tan and Skinny runs her 5 miles a day right next to me and i don't care. for her, it is easy. for me, it is hard. and that makes me tougher than her in some ways. so there.

yesterday, We walked around Sloans Lake. this was a big "We". 6 adults, a three year old, a 4 month old, and 2 (very special and cute) dogs. This is what you do on a Saturday morning when you live in Denver. Then you go to brunch and maybe there is a Bloody Mary bar but that is a totally besides the point. you walked 3 miles with your loved ones. nice.

The reinventing is the fun part. The giving of the finger to my past. The promise of a stronger me. It's not too shabby, really.