There I am, having a perfectly lovely day (well, let’s not exaggerate—an okay day) at work. I’ve just gobbled up my 320-calorie Lean Cuisine Chicken Club Pannini and 100-calorie pack Cheez-its. I’m feeling pretty smug and satisfied with my meal.

Then I walk down the hall.

There, a 20-something young guy is eating his version of lunch. Two chili-cheese dogs and an order of chili-cheese fries.

Why, why, why?

Why can’t slightly menopausal women over 50 with the tastebuds and cravings of a 20-something still get away with that kind of paradise?

Life just isn’t fair.

God should consider rethinking the aging process.