One afternoon my wife Amy came home from work angry and near tears. Without speaking she got a garbage bag out and started to throw all the junk food in the house away. As she worked I noticed the huge tear in the back of her pants.
When she was done she sat down at the table and started to cry some more. I asked her what was wrong.
"I was at work and I dropped my pen and when I bent down to get it my pants ripped, and..." she hesitated, "I farted." I wanted to laugh but I knew not to. My wife had gained about sixty pounds since we got married five years ago. She tried weight loss programs and they worked for a while but then as soon as she was off of them she gained back most of the weight, and then some.
This time she was serious though. She went back to the diet center and made terri
