Beau says he really admires my discipline. He said this in a non-sarcastic, truthful manner as I was putting on my running shoes.

My reply: “What? Really?”

This caught me off-guard. 
He says I’m a very disciplined person.
Funny how other people see you completely opposite as you see yourself.
I think I’m the most undisciplined person I know.
For instance:
I can’t pass up a good cookie or piece of chocolate to save my life.
I try to think of every excuse not to run.
Some nights I forget to read my Bible.
Controlling my tongue is a whole issue in itself.
I can’t close my bathroom closet door because the laundry is piled so high.
I have dirty dishes in the sink.
I’ve been meaning to organize my downstairs storage closet for several months now and it’s still not done.
Some nights my family has sandwiches or some sort of frozen meal or cereal for dinner.
I can go a week without shaving my legs.
There are some clothing items in my closet I don’t wear because I would have to iron them.
I could go on and on.
In fact, you know what’s funny? I could put “and I feel extremely guilty because of it” after every one of these.
Maybe that’s the reason why people see me as disciplined. Because for me, the guilt of not doing some of these things is worse than actually just getting off my butt and doing them.
If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again. I fail every day, but start over the next day with a new commitment to not fail and to push through my “don’t want tos.”
If that makes me disciplined … um … OK.