First: The National Bone Marrow Donor Program found me again. I have no idea how. Not that I've been hiding. But they are amazing. I registered to become a bone marrow back when I was 19. And I never think to tell them but every time I move... they find me.
Second: A mailer from my local hospital with this on the back:
DO YOU CLEARLY UNDERSTAND THE RISKS OF OBESITY?
Well gee I thought I did, but when it's in all caps like that; I feel like checking my scales just to be sure I REALLY understand.
...And I'm not the only one. There are all these other zombie mommies walking around PathMark with a toddler in tow and no groceries in the cart, talking or attempting to talk on their cell phones. We keep looking at each other with these questioning stares, wondering...