Thanks to Rick for sending me this one:
A South Dakota man who once weighed 1,072 pounds (a half a ton) is checking out of the hospital after losing more than 450 of those pounds.
Once known as "half-ton man," Patrick Deuel now weighs about 650 and wants to slim down to 240.

But here's the part that kills me:
"Deuel tried many diets during his youth and early adult life, but the pounds were slow to melt off. He'd get discouraged, take comfort in old routines and return to overeating.

By the mid-1990s, he stopped leaving his house and ended up housebound for seven years. For several months last year, he couldn't leave his bed and depended on his wife, Edith, to clean and care for him."

Isn't that just a polite way of saying the guy couldn't wipe his own ass? The story didn't say anything else about his wife, but I have to assume this is a case of true love.

Or true masochism.
(Assuming there's a difference ...) :)