Friday was my birthday and the first thing I did to celebrate turning 29 again 36 was head to the doctor’s appointment I had stupidly scheduled a while back. Who doesn’t enjoy climbing on that always-five-pounds-heavier scale and having a blood draw on their special day, right? I guess I should just be glad it wasn’t a pap smear, although I might have preferred that to the lengthy Q&A session we always go through to verify my medication tolerance is on track.

Him: “Any fevers, aches, DIARRHEA?”

Me: “Nope.”

Him: “So no digestive issues, like DIARRHEA?”

Me: “Ah . . . no. All good.”

Him: “Great! Some people experience DIARRHEA, so—”

Me: “OH MY GOD MY POOPS ARE MAJESTICALLY SOLID CAN WE MOVE ON.”

JB took me to the Salish Lodge for dinner, a place where the spectacular view is legitimately trumped by the food. I can’t even begin to describe how good it is, except that it’s worth every single one of the many dollars it costs to eat there. I think my favorite dish is the apple/squash bisque, which is poured over this amazing piece of goat cheese that has been caramelized with one of those crème brûlée torch whatsits and thus every spoonful is a transcendently creamy melted sweet/savory explosion that makes me think of the dancing-flavor animations in Ratatouille.

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Today is another spectacularly gorgeous springlike day and after breakfast I ran the six miles from our house to an enormous new-to-us park where I met JB and the kids, and we spent our morning playing on all the weird equipment and climbing rocks and tromping around in the fields in the glorious sunshine.

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When we got home I opened my presents with the boys and then we all ate a bunch of delicious fattening sugary things. Riley hugged me and said that since it was my birthday I could do whatever I wanted, although he clarified that that did not include eating the cake he had deemed as his, and Dylan repeatedly announced that he would like to “HAVE . . . MO’ . . . CHOCLIT, PEASE?”


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Not bad, 36. Not bad at all.

Here’s something I’ve been wondering about lately, and I hope I can phrase this in a way that conveys my honest and unbiased curiosity about the answers: what do you think about childhood obesity?

Is it a real issue, worthy of concern? (And political focus?) Is obesity among children a different issue than obesity among adults? Does fat acceptance, specifically the health component—the belief that health is independent of weight—apply towards children? At what age should children be allowed to make their own lifestyle choices with regards to food and exercise?

I’m particularly interested in hearing from people who strongly identify with the fat acceptance movement, but all (civil) opinions are more than welcome.

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