During the day I was living on coffee , chocolate bars, chips and Hot Rods (think Slim Jim). I would come home after work and shovel dinner down my throat, perhaps a beverage or two and be destined for the couch, a little TV, and a nap. 

Pushing 220, I was suffering from a barking back, depression, extreme moodiness, not wanting to partake in activities outside of work, and dozing off at the wheel—I drove a lot, not a good combination.

I wasn’t even aware that I was tired all the time, low on energy, and fatigued; this never crossed my mind. I thought this was "normal". Ya know, the ol', this is what happens when one gets older.