Tap Dance On Soap Box

So, I'm a smoker, and now my husband is not. He quit about a month ago and I, well, I am dragging my feet. I know I need to quit and I will but I don't like to be rushed to do anything. Don't rush me when I'm cooking dinner, rush me out the door, rush me to do my make up, certainly don't rush me to exercise and/or quit smoking. Since my husband quit, every time he see's me smoke he does this lil jig on his soap box, and while it may have been cute to begin with, not it's down right obnoxious now.   
In recent months I have had the very realization that I will only be 20 something for so much longer and wouldn't it be great if I looked and felt 20 something before it ends? In reaction to that daunting epiphany I have begun to exercise and eat better, and sometimes that is a real pain. And as much as I love me sweet and caring husband, sometimes I really want to burn that doggone soap box, while he is on it! I know I need accountability and encouragement and blah blah blah blah blah, but  I don't think as a husband he should attempt the 1st and leave the accountability to my girl friends. I just take it way too personal. It could be that I shouldn't take it so personal and maybe that's my bad, but since I do, maybe he should just hush! LOL.
I figure as I'm working to loose some weight and as I exercise more my lungs will more or less tell me to quit and if they don't well my new found drive of being healthy with drive me to quit, when I'm good and dern ready!
I have learned that my life has improved and changed in stages and I have to take one step at a time. I've learned that God sheds just enough light for the step I'm on and I'll get there (when I get there!).


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