I’m tired and it’s all because of the gastric bypass surgery. See, tonight I went dancing and danced until I was a sweaty chica. I ate decent food and had a good time and still feel a bit of the euphoria. If I hadn’t had the surgery I would have not met the friends who dragged me out of my comfort zone into the night club. These same friends made me feel comfortable enough with myself that I could get on the dance floor even though I looked ridiculous. If I hadn’t of had this surgery I wouldn’t have had the energy to do all that dancing and I would have been in bed at a respectable hour. Darn my drastically improved life