Bless Hubs' heart.
We all remember when he broke the fart barrier, as a move of selfless chivalry. After months of dating, he had never heard me pass gas.
Let's just say that the proverbial honeymoon is over. Now that we're married, he has endured many conversations about the current state of my GI tract...my tummy can be rather unpredictable.
One day, about a month ago, after hearing me say one too many times that I felt a little backed up, he came home with a box of Fiber One bars. *cue celestial music* These bars are every bit of ooey-gooey deliciousness that they look to be on the box. And the best part is that just one bar contains 35% of your recommended daily fiber allowance. And as for their effectiveness, let's just say--mission accomplished.
I love me some Fiber One bars! Except. One. Thing. These bars may be able to clear a log jam, but they have three very serious side effects: GAS, GAS, AND MORE GAS. Within hours of eating just one Fiber One bar, I become a one-woman percussion section, and Hubs, quite frankly, is over it. And being the proactive grocery shopper that he is, he simply stopped buying them, in an act of self-preservation.
Our home soon returned to its former less gaseous glory, but Senorita Constipación moved right back in, too. In a move of utter desperation, I ran out for some Fiber One bars yesterday. Hubs is trying hard to love me through it, but has let me know that if the Fiber One bars are moving back in to the house, so is a bottle of Beano!