I'm feeling like an old lady. Dang it, I'm only 42. I've noticed the sexy walk I was known for as a teenager is gone. Bam! Now I have the old lady in slippers shuffle, the moans and groans as I walk, the achy feet. Just talking about it makes me feel older. I bitched about it to my co-worker. I'm surprised we didn't go home, whip out our rollers and housecoats (Damned if I don't have those, too) and watch soap operas. That's it. I'm on a mission of reinvention.  First, weight loss then working on that sexy walk again. Note to self: The truth is you lost your truth. Go find it.