Discipline Training – Part 2 (Part 2)

Discipline Training – Part 2 (Part 2)

Hello again!

Here is the third and final installment in my Discipline Training Series! If you haven’t read Parts 1 and 1 of 2, here they are!
Discipline Training Part 1
Discipline Training Part 2 (Part 1)

This time segment is the darkest part of my life and I am sharing only because there are so many lessons to be learned from it. So many.

Discipline Training – Part 2 (Of 2)

When I was 20, I met the man who would become my first husband. He was not charming, he was not a nice guy, he was not even my type. But he also did not appear to be impressed with me at all………..so of course that’s the one I go for.

First let me make it clear that I am not writing this as a victim. Everything that happened I could have at any point made the decision to not have happen. But I didn’t do that and that is why I suffered these consequences.

So in this Discipline Training series, I have shared how I gained some discipline out of sheer fear in high school and then I gained some discipline as well as work ethic at Waffle House. Now, I will share something that is very hard to share.

I was 25 in this picture. It is much different than the others. And it could not be more deceiving.

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First of all I look amazing. Second I look very happy. And third, I appear to be the picture of health. Not too skinny, not too heavy.

Well my friends, let me just set the record straight in this land of smoke and mirrors.

I never once saw myself as this amazingly beautiful person.
And what you don’t see is a picture of me with my head in the toilet everyday.

Fact: Most bulimics appear to be perfectly healthy. It really is true that it is what is on the inside that counts!

I have never looked back at this time and thought to myself that I was a victim because I know I was not. Everything was laid plainly before me and I simply chose what I knew was the wrong choice. But it was the choice I wanted.

Although I had gotten to a somewhat happy place, I still had disorder burning inside me. When I met my ex-husband, I knew he didn’t like me or care about me but I  had something he wanted and he had something I wanted and so the partnership began. To keep peace, I am only sharing my consequences that occurred as a result of me making decisions that I know tons of us are faced with . I am hoping that some of you in these situations heed my warning! When you finally grasp what you are wanting to obtain, there is no reward.

As you know, it was a rough road to 20. I had learned some things but I was still irresponsible, erratic, and far from disciplined with anything other than just going to work and coming home. The weight pendulum had swung yet again and I was binge eating all the time. I smoked, ate terribly, and never exercised. I just couldn’t seem to get it together and break out of my rut. He had all these things that I did not have. He was extremely fit and extremely disciplined in everything in his life. I knew better, but I wanted that life for myself so I fulfilled my end of the bargain. My end was being in agreement to the fact that whatever I did was fine as long as it was acceptable to him. Brown hair was not acceptable. Being overweight was not acceptable. Going certain places was not acceptable. Keeping certain friends was not acceptable.

This is what I am ashamed of the most. I have done many things that are blatantly shocking to the average ear. Not only am I not sharing those things out of respect for my family, but the things that I look back on with the most painful regret and deep deep sorrow are the people that I chose my own selfish desires over. Because of my own selfishness, this time I was the jerk. I chose my own wants over my friends and even my family. And I am crying as I write because my best laid plans failed miserably and I will never get that time back but I am sharing because I know that I am not the only one. I know there is a 20 year old girl out there who is in pain and who is thinking she is doing something good for herself when in fact she is pushing her loved ones aside to step into a fire.

After a year and half the fire came. I was stunned when he asked me to marry him. I said yes. And people, I said yes only because I was afraid to say no. I knew better. I am no victim, I chose to walk into this fire simply because I was afraid to say no.

There are so many of you about to walk into the fire simply because you are afraid.

We had a beautiful wedding. I had relatives fly in for it. I was a wreck. I will never forget the last night that I spent in my apartment, I thought my chest was going to cave in.

Then we were married, and I became a prisoner. Look, this marriage was a three ring circus, but the important thing to know is that my life was not mine own anymore. Aside from the house, I could go to work, the grocery store, and to the gym. I had no money that I didn’t have to ask to get, I could no longer make any decisions for myself. Again, there was no forcefield keeping me only in these places but I know I am not alone in the brainwashing that occurs in these types of relationships. And that is why I am sharing. I had this fear of leaving. As horrible as life was inside those walls, I believed that if I left that I would not be able to make it on own. That I would go back to being irresponsible, erratic, and undisciplined. And here lies the lie. The things that I thought I was ridding my life of were only magnified! After a while, I went completely off the deep end, I was getting up at midnight to workout before work then throwing up my food literally all day long after work. I even missed work sometimes due to the fact that I felt like I had been hit by a Mack truck all the time! The eating disorder that had always been there was now running rampant in the chaos.

After a few years of life in this marriage, and executing miserable day after miserable day, I got exactly what I set out to get. I was disciplined in the things that I had to do in that house. I no longer had a spending habit. I was disciplined in my workouts, and with my eating disorder raging I had the “perfect body”. I have never in my life received so much praise from others and questions on how I obtained my look. And here lies the lie the we believe in this world of smoke and mirrors.

This never got better. Things never changed for the better. I finally got to the point that I was just sick of not making my own decisions and left with nothing and continued to fall of the deep end even for years afterward.

And then finally one day God lifted the veil from my eyes.

This story doesn’t end with zero to hero. I am not now this wise woman dealing out my advice to you all. And I am definitely still not successful as it is usually defined. But God has blessed me with a second chance when I did not deserve one. A good guy, two beautiful kids to take care of and watch grow, and many many lessons learned.

This is certainly the rich life. And I wish it for all of you.

16 thoughts on “Discipline Training – Part 2 (Part 2)

  1. Angela, I have so many thoughts to this posting. So much I would love to say but I will not because it will go far beyond what needs to be said, lol ! You know me…blab,blab,blab.
    You have been through much. Your experiences have led you to where you are right now with your healthy, safe and wonderful life. You took a negative and turned it into a positive. You found your strength with God. Gorgeous photo but knowing your story-you are far more gorgeous both inside and out as the Angela we know today. I’m glad I’ve had the honor to meet you and chat with you daily. You have offered support and help us through our issues life. Thank you. Hugs !!!!!

    1. Loi! Mary I love your messages!!! You don’t blab lol.
      I love our little family we have formed over the years. I love to help when I can but you have been there for me just as much! You always have comforting things to say when I am going through something. Ahem, pregnancy. Thank you for sticking with me through that! I love you, thank you so much for being such a wonderful friend xoxox

  2. Amazing story, Peachy. It took a lot of courage to write these last few posts. Thank you so much for sharing this and being transparent. Your story is sure to help someone going through the same things you went through.

    Our past lives should never be looked upon and measured by failures and successes, but as moments passed that help mold and shape us into the men and women we are today.

    Take nothing for granted, for each day is a gift from God and each breath a blessing.

    God bless, Peachy. 🙂

    1. Thank you so much again for taking the time to read Leo and I couldn’t agree more!! That really is the whole reason that I shared everything. There were so many lessons it felt weird not to share.
      Blessings friend 🙂

    2. Love it !! “our past lives should never be looked upon and measured by failures and successes, but as moments passed that help mold and shape us into the men and women we are today”. AMEN!!!

  3. I’m not sure what words I can say at this point. You have rocked me to the core. I’m so happy you are in my life. Love you to pieces!!

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