I’ve been lying here with my thoughts for 45 minutes since the 4am morning dance party went off and I was thinking about how my brothers were pressuring me to eat and drink on Saturday. And they were serious. They would’ve been so happy if I’d given in to them. But I didn’t. I had self discipline.

I need to recognize that for the outcome it produced. I had a fantastic time and still didn’t wake up the next day feeling like shit. I don’t have to be that agreeable guy who wants everyone to have a good time. It’s more important to be a man with self respect. That means respecting my body and the work I’ve put in to being a better person.