The year is the 1980s, and you're simply lying in bed in the bedroom reading Stephen King with a subtle hearing of your wife's workout VSH tape, but then it stops, and you get out of bed to investigate the sudden silence. You enter the living room and see the VCR paused and your wife in her workout outfit and tired on the couch, panting for energy or air.

"Oh, this workout tape is really exhausting at this rate. Maybe I won't get rid of this fat by the end of this month."

She looked down to her "fat" body, which is just natural curvy but she doesn't know that yet.