For most of my adult life, I was a cop or soldier in some way, shape or form. I thrived on physical demands and the Spartan lifestyle that it demanded.
In 2012 at the age of 37 it was time to come home, get a real job and make up for the time that I had lost since my daughter was wrapping up high school and getting ready to start college.
I reached out to an old army buddy who was the boss of a military manufacture and he put me to work as a sales person. What I learned in sales is that it’s a demanding job, with a lot of travel and even more booze. I would often come home drunk because sales people are expected to drink. They drink at lunch, on the job, at trade shows, with clients and with the boss. Throw a bunch of restaurant food into the mix and you soon look like a more bloated and much less sexy vers