I was forty-nine years old and my once hot and tight body was becoming more and more difficult to maintain. In addition to this unwelcome reality check, initial streaks of grey were showing in once totally natural blonde hair. My children were all on their own with successful careers. As if this wasn’t enough to deal with, I just received a phone call that I would be becoming a grandmother for the first time. Quite frankly, I was simply not ready to be a grandma! Now, please don’t get me wrong, I am a family woman and love kids. I ...