Bad Mood

It is hormonal. It does tend to even out after a while

Yeah, I think too that it may be a hormonal thing, as for me, now I just smile at everything... Guess what I'm trying to say, is that as a much younger man in my 20s and 30s (70s and 80s) I often worked as a doorman/ bouncer and was 'fair' with my hands. I was far from being tough, but how tough do you have to be to drop a 300 lb drunk anyways? With that job came a mindset - I hated everyone, and I do mean everyone in the club or bar or draft beer hall or beer tent who acted up! I worked fairs, music festivals, biker rallys - wherever as a part of a larger security firm and loved the work. Just the simple fact that I could be nasty and had the power to toss someone outta there seemed to feed my ego. Then something changed....and I started to gain weight big time, from 200 up to 400 over 15 years and had to give up that life....and to be honest, I didn't miss it at all. In fact I wanted to give up that mindset...wasn't right and was/are a bit ashamed of that part of my past.... Now, I think I'm much much much more tolerant of everyone and everything. I smile. I help by giving a friend or a stranger a shoulder to lean on, or help them out to a cab or try to defuse whatever they're doing violence wise, as I don't think now that fisticuffs lead to any real truth... Haven't said this here before, and writing this is a bit odd perhaps, but being an "ex" bouncer is a nice thing....had my 'fun in the sun' and now all I wannna do is to sit and enjoy life.... Jim

hey, i got an email from someone on the main board who had the decency to reply there instead of barging in on our board. gotta love that. anyway, she's a friend of some of us and she took the time to send me this. hope it helps.

http://bariatrictimes.com/2008/05/09/depression-after-bariatric-surgery-triggers-identification-treatment-and-prevention/

I thought I was over this but the last two days I want to scream bloody heel. Every f'n little thing is getting on my nerves.  I am about to be disowned by the kids probably and I am ready to go off in a cave and bury my self.  I have to be careful at work but I don't feel like being nice and polite. I'm getting shafted there and they all know it. But when you're 52 jobs are not easy to come by. Just trying to keep my mouth shut.