In front of us, piled on a highly glossed wooden table, was an assortment of keys, lipsticks, mascaras, and hand creams. There was one tube of foot cream, two bottles of Advil, one bottle of Excedrin, and assorted prescription drugs. There were tea bags, nail files, perfume, hair brushes, make up, one extra large bobby pin, a dozen hair elastics, pens, and several bottles of hand lotion.
A few years ago when I turned 50 and my world was topsy-turvy . . . I decided to get a grip. Not only had I packed on 15 post-menopausal pounds (too much of it settled around my middle), my energy lagged, and I felt gloomy and glum a lot of the time. Even worse, I started to think that midlife wasn't going to be so great after all. For the first time in my life, I had a bad attitude.