This selfish modern-feminist "I shouldn't have to change a damn thing about myself, put any effort into anything, or make any attempt to keep my husband happy" bullshit makes me sick. Bitch, you started emailing you husband articles about fat acceptance, like you're his fucking schoolteacher or something, and when he sent back bodybuilding articles you didn't think for one second, "Hmm, I'm sending him these because I want him to read them and take them to heart, maybe I should do the same for what he sends me." No, you just thought, "Damn him, he's not just nodding and telling me to get as fat as I want. I'll show him!" The poor man repeatedly tried to diet and she ruined it every time and managed to gain more; no wonder he gave up. I would be so ashamed if my husband had to go to a work event with me looking that fat.