Your most embarrassing fat moment (sad, funny, pathetic, turning points)

[aubrie 6]

At age 31 I was a size 8. Now at 47 I weigh 255. (Not banded yet). I've been a teacher, and nothing hurts worse than to overhear students you have grown very fond of and thought you had good rapport with, call you a fat cow when they didn't know you could hear.

For the most part, my husband has been wonderful. He never says anything about my weight. He's concerned for my health, but never makes wise cracks. Just recently the family was watching the movie, NORBIT. When Rsputia came on the screen, my husband blurted out, "Hey, there's Mommy." I went to my room and cried. This cemented my decision to band.

[areellady 1]

Awe, Debbie....I actually said that about myself when she came on....lol... You are doing the right thing to get healthy...Deanna

[IneedMajorHelp 1]

almost too many to mention - but buying a "fat" scale ranks in the top 10

[Houstonwehavea 0]

The most recent humiliation, was after I got my band. I haven't told my co-workers. I was out with a male co-worker who is supposed to be a good friend. We were sitting in a wine bar, two women and this guy. The one woman was telling him she had lost about 10 pounds. She was a lot more overweight than me - although that is beside the point. So she tells him she's lost weight - and he says "ya, and you need to lose a lot more." then he turns to me and says "and so do you." I didn't think it bothered me - but I kept thinking about it. He, of course, has no weight to lose and would have no idea of the struggle. It was just a very insensitive thing to say. As if I didn't KNOW I needed to lose weight until he told me. Anyway, guess I'm still a little bit angry about it!:rolleyes

[Lee4love1 0]

I know this is about embarrassing moments...But last night took the cake...I moved to the upper part of Mississippi in 10-2005. It was the "Katrina Strom" that gave me a real cause to relocate. Anyway--when I got here--I met a young lady who I asked--"Where are the schools located? I have two sons and I had register them. Ok...I know two years has passed--but tonight this same Woman works in "Walmart"...She asked me--"Are you new in town? I said--no. I have been here close to two years. In fact I know your father- _ _. She asked--how do you know him? I said we all live in the same apartment complex and I know who you are. She said...."Oooohhh my God...You seemed like you were so new in town"...I didn't go into how I lost weight or anything. I asked her--"How is your baby doing? She says--great. Her Dad talks to me about his newest grandchild--because he is so proud.

I am so thankful for the lap band. I have just lost over 33 pounds. Not sure now--since I got my weight 2 weeks ago. I was averaging 2.4 pounds a week. So I may be minus 5 more. I have been a very advercate too about getting some of my friends in the know. Many say I look different. I just wonder--what will some be thinking once I reach that 75 or 100 pound loss plateau? I don't know and I don't about what a few think.Prior to the surgery--I did my so called--"Friends Survey". I found out I had 2 friends out of 8 people who claimed I was their friend. Most gave me that thumbs down. One guy who I am working on every 4 to 6 days---he says..."Aren't you gonna miss those ribs? This Man is about 370--if you ask me. But I have had the Clinic send him 2 packets. He's afraid--thinking the Lap band is like the Bypass...A Man who has a Masters Degree in Clinical administration and a minor in Psychology...well...I am running on with all of this--But--now I am getting looks I never got. People walking up to me--asking is the diet over--because I look good after on 33 plus..I say no...

[Lap_dancer 8]

I've gotten sharp at snappy answers to stupid comments. Please Indulge me:

Aubrie:

Just recently the family was watching the movie, NORBIT. When Rsputia came on the screen, my husband blurted out, "Hey, there's Mommy."

and when we're done we'll watch daddy starring in "Clan of the Cavebear".

Houstonwehavea:"So she tells him she's lost weight - and he says "ya, and you need to lose a lot more." then he turns to me and says "and so do you."

"only if you promise to get a labotomy!"

."Aren't you gonna miss those ribs?

"I'd rather FEEL my ribs"

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My embarrassing moment doesn't involve people it involves an overstocked store where things were wedged in the aisles and stacked. I walked down this aisle and turned, my stomach hit one stack, toppled it, I turned, my butt hit another stack, toppled that,

I backed my way out, bumped into another stack of PILLOWS that tumbled over. Elephant in a china shop.

[neveragain 9]

About two weeks ago, I was running with my friend Jayne and some little douchebag kids threw three eggs at me and yelled "fatass!". Every one of them hit me in the butt. Now, I'm normally very unreceptive to criticism, especially when it comes out of the mouths of ankle biters, but I had really been having a bad day and I was really down. I just kind of sat there for a second. I really didn't know what to do. They better just thank their lucky stars that none hit her. They would have gotten the living hell beaten out of them.

You know, I'm a really strongheaded, sarcastic guy when it comes to these things. I think it has do with the fact that I've been ridiculed and taunted every single day that I can remember from one person or another, whether it's my dad, sister, or whomever. I can take everything and dish it back to you without a drop of sweat on my brow, but sometimes, I just can't. I just don't have the energy. Today being one of those days. Where is that easy button when I need it. haha.

[IneedMajorHelp 1]

About two weeks ago, I was running with my friend Jayne and some little douchebag kids threw three eggs at me and yelled "fatass!". Every one of them hit me in the butt. Now, I'm normally very unreceptive to criticism, especially when it comes out of the mouths of ankle biters, but I had really been having a bad day and I was really down. I just kind of sat there for a second. I really didn't know what to do. They better just thank their lucky stars that none hit her. They would have gotten the living hell beaten out of them.

You know, I'm a really strongheaded, sarcastic guy when it comes to these things. I think it has do with the fact that I've been ridiculed and taunted every single day that I can remember from one person or another, whether it's my dad, sister, or whomever. I can take everything and dish it back to you without a drop of sweat on my brow, but sometimes, I just can't. I just don't have the energy. Today being one of those days. Where is that easy button when I need it. haha.

whats up with kids like that - I know exactly where your coming from - about a month or so ago I was riding my bike - I'm feeling good - down about 30 at that point - getting easier to ride my bike - sunny day - good mood then BAM! bunch of teenagers in a car yell "your ass is too wide for the seat there buddy" - no shit sherlock why the crap do you think I'm riding a bike in the first place - or going to the pool is the worst with the 12-14 year olds - I'm thinking - hey you like to have a happy meal? - welcome to your future you miserable little bastards

[neveragain 9]

hey you like to have a happy meal? - welcome to your future you miserable little bastards

<br /> <br /> <br /> Oh my god. I almost fell out of my bed. Oh my god. <img src="http://www.LapBandTalk.com/images/smilies/rofl.gif" border="0" alt="" title="Rofl" smilieid="306" class="inlineimg" /><br /> <br /> You, my friend, are awesome. haha. I'd tell them to come talk to me when their balls drop and then see who the better man is.

[METALBAND 0]

This was not a turning point for me because I still continued to gain but.....

One of my worst was when I had to have my wedding ring cut off my finger!!!!

There are plenty more but that one was humiliating!

[Lorien 0]

having to order and extension seat-belt on my flight to LA.

I've been so embarrassed to ask the skinny flight attendants for one, that I've actually tucked the belt up under my tummy (so from the side it looked like I was belted in), and strategically draped a coat over me and pretended I was sleeping.< /p>

I've also purchased an extra ticket, so that I'd fit into the seat. You still get that, "I hope I don't have to sit by her" look as you get on the plane, but once you're seated you're comfortable. (I travel during the Christmas holiday and it was cheaper to buy 2 seats than to go first class.)

If I get approved for my surgery (aiming for late August) I'll probably want the extra seat this Christmas (because I have a lot to loose), but I definitely wont need it the following year!

One time I was at the Grand Canyon, and went to sign-up for the mule ride into the canyon. I was dismissively told by some thin college kid, that there was a 2 year waiting list, to ride into the canyon. Then he added, "Besides you have to be under 200 pounds, fully dress and including your gear". I was about 175-180 at the time, so I started to say something and he interrupted me to say, "They will weigh you".

I just walked away feeling humiliated.

[wendy645 1]

To the poster who said this thread was like a wreck was right, I couldn't stop reading! I also would like to agree with all of you who said family is the worst at hurting us. Do they feel entitled or something?

Let's see... mine...

Age 7 (barely starting to gain weight from being a twiggy kid): I tell my parents I wanted to be a ballerina like my Nana. My mom told me they'd support me in whatever I wanted to do, but my dad snorted and said I'd look like a hippo in a tutu like on Fantasia and he wouldn't be shelling out money for me to embarass myself and the family like that.

Age 10: While at KFC with my grandma, she asks what I want and I tell her something with mashed potatoes and corn, please. She disgustedly says that mashed potatoes will make me even fatter, and what else do I want? I say nothing and sulk through the whole meal (don't remember what she got me). For reference, here was me that year (I'm wearing the white shirt):

I was freaking SKINNY! Those are my cousins, the one I'm next to I've been compared to for a looooong time... she stayed that skinny. I, obviously, didn't.

Age 11: After flipping through some huge toy catalog, I desperately wanted a Polly Pocket Vacation Property. My dad made me a deal: he'd buy it for me if he could put me on a diet. Eyes on the prize, I agreed. His idea was extreme, but I didn't care, I just wanted my toy. For a MONTH I was given all the celery I could eat, and allowed to drink nothing but Water. I kept it up, which amazes me. This was during school and as malnourished as I was, I kept pretty good grades. Kids would tease me for bringing a big container of celery to lunch with me. Why tease me, I asked? At least I'm doing something about my weight. You'll always be a jerk. That usually shut them up. I dearly missed my pizza and ranch-soaked fries, but again, eyes on the prize.

Toward the end, I was craving carbs so bad I cried. My dad had finally left the house (which he never did!) and I very ritualistically placed one slice of wheat bread in the toaster, and when it was ready, slowly and deliberately enjoyed every morsel. Shortly thereafter, my dad came back home, smelled the toast, and told me if I was going to break my diet I'd always be a fat cow, never have a boyfriend, and never be thin and pretty like my mama and boys would never like me. Yay family support, right? :car: He grounded me for the rest of the day, tossed me a container of celery in water, and told me I was only allowed to leave my room to go to the bathroom.

But it's OK, I got the Polly Pocket Dream Vacation Property. Screw 'im. I cannot, however, stomach celery, even 13 years later...

Age 15: Got it in my head that since my best friend was anorexic, I could be, too. I stopped eating and passed out a few times when walking with my boyfriend.This didn't last long, just a few weeks. He had no idea what was going on... His brother decided it would be a great idea to tell me that the dance we'd all be attending was a perfect time to dedicate a song to me. At first I thought it was so sweet, until he told me he would dedicate "Larger Than Life" and strted doing a sumo move.

Also age 15: In nursing class, it was National Eating Disorder week. I didn't know quite how to handle it, given the cycles I'd been through since I was 7. I felt the worst for a classmate who'd just gotten out of IP for Anorexia. The two of us bonded because even though we had opposite body types, we shared the exact same views on food, ED's and fat. Our principal came in to talk to the class about her struggle with Anorexia. Stephanie and I kept looking at each other with this pained look. Both of us were afraid to hear it. Both of us ended up triggered and started doing stupid, unhealthy things again. It was dumb but I felt this unspoken competition with her. I weighed 100 lbs more than she did... wtf?

Age 16: My boyfriend and I went with his parents to a ranch where we all rode horses. The ranch lady looked worried and when she thought I wouldn't hear her, made a snide comment that I'd better not break her horse's back. I weighed 100 lbs less than I do now. Haven't ridden a horse since.

Age 17: My dad tells me that I am a "worthless fat fuck". The next day I signed up for the tennis team. I also stopped eating again. I was the worst one on the team and I didn't care. I didn't have the oomph to put in enough effort to excel, the point was I was doing what I could to lose some of my fatness. I subsisted on an orange a day, a very small orange, and that was eaten- nay, savored- right before tennis practice so I could have a bit of energy and not pass out. And if I did, when they asked if I'd eaten anything I could say yes and not lie. When we ran laps around the courts to warm up, I pretended to ignore the kids walking home from school hollering things like "Fat girl's gonna cause an earthquake!" and "No wonder the courts are cracked!"

Age 18: I had to have a Phys Ed credit to graduate, much as I loathed the idea. Only class left was lifeguarding. I was the only big girl by any means. The teacher made it pointedly clear, in front of the whole class, that I wouldn't be able to dive for drowning victims "because fat floats".

Age 20: My step-mom had a heart attack and I was nominated to fly to the nearest big-city hospital with her. The EMT's were freaking out because I weighed so much, they didn't want to crash. 242, people. Could be a lot worse.

Age 21: While shopping to restock our entire kitchen after a bad blackout, I hd a cart full of food and this lady comes up to me in the store, looks in my basket, and says, "Well SOMEONE'S hungry!" and starts laughing with her companion. Astonished, I said, "Umm no, I'm restocking a kitchen. Since when is what I buy any of your business, anyway?" Taken aback, she stammered, "I just wish I had someone to shop for me!" I looked in her cart just as nosily and obviously and said indignantly, "Looks like you're doing a fine job for yourself." and walked off. Inside I was screaming and shaking, and burst into sobs the second I got to my car.

Age 23: I help with the Hot Air Balloon Regatta because my boss has arranged a trip up for me. When time comes, they pull me aside and tell me I can't go up because I'm too big. I pretended to be cool with it, went home and bawled. Went to work and bawled whenever anyone aske me how my trip up was. My boss went back the next day and gave them a piece of her mind, then arranged a trip with another balloon owner. It was a blast and he was great, even said the other people were jerks, that he'd had much bigger passengers than me, and to just relax and enjoy the ride.

Age 24: Me, my boyfriend, one of my best friends (same size as me) and her husband went to the carnival and got on the Gravitron. The operator made us spread out since we'd throw the ride off all being grouped together.

I could go on and on. Life as a fat girl has sucked hardcore.

[KtKt 0]

Wendy... you could have a future in writing... I loved reading your journey and can relate to so much of what you wrote... Bless your little heart!!!

The thing that bothers me the most is the way your dad treated you, talked to you... A Daddy should NEVER do that to his little princess, whatever her size!!!

HUGZ!

[green 6]

Man, but you are a wonderful writer!!! Perhaps you should think about writing as a career. And, man, does your family sound dysfunctional!!! I am sorry to hear about all the crap that you have gone through. It is bad enough when society treats large people with disrespect and unkindness, it is emotional abuse when our families do. :confused:

[wendy645 1]

Wendy... you could have a future in writing... I loved reading your journey and can relate to so much of what you wrote... Bless your little heart!!!

The thing that bothers me the most is the way your dad treated you, talked to you... A Daddy should NEVER do that to his little princess, whatever her size!!!

HUGZ!

Man, but you are a wonderful writer!!! Perhaps you should think about writing as a career. And, man, does your family sound dysfunctional!!! I am sorry to hear about all the crap that you have gone through. It is bad enough when society treats large people with disrespect and unkindness, it is emotional abuse when our families do. :confused:

Awwww thank you, you guys! It made me grin when you mentioned my writing, as that's been my passion since I was 3 years old :-) Before my promotion, I wrote for a living for a radio station. That aside, it means a lot to me, your comments. Thank you both! :grouphug: