Chicks in Control - Very embarrassed...

Ok, so I have been doing so well on my diet for the past 7.5 weeks. I have had minimal binges and even when I did go over it was just a little. Well this week was terribly stressful and I won't bore you with the details but it kind of all went to poo when I drove to the gym tonight and realized that I forgot my tennis shoes. I was so upset and when I got home I binged. This was a pretty bad binge. Well I decided to get in the pool so I got into my swimsuit. All the while, my little brother dragged out the ice cream and I figured I'd have a cup (poor choice I know). So I am standing there in my bathing suit and my sister-in-laws brother walks in as I am eating ice cream! He seriously won't even look at me. It was probably the most awkward moment of both of our lives. He is very shy and I was mortified. So now, I am feeling really bad about the binge and ashamed of this stranger who just saw the most disgusting scene. I might need a little humor to cheer me up. Please, share a moment when you were so embarrassed you wanted to crawl under a rock and die.

When I was in seventh grade or so and pretty hefty, I had an appetite to match my size. My sister and I were out and about and I remember complaining that I was getting hungry. My sister told me to wait until we got home because she wanted to stop by her boyfriend's apartment and surprise him with a gift--just a sweater or somesuch--and with the gag gift she'd also gotten him, a pair of strawberry-flavored edible underwear with red licorice laces.

We stopped at the guy's house and he got a kick out of the gag gift, then set it on his bathroom counter so he could go try on the sweater. I couldn't stop thinking about that candy. Sure, it was candy in the shape of underwear--men's underwear, specifically my sister's boyfriend's underwear--but it was still sweet, sweet candy. They'd never notice if I went in there and just shortened the licorice laces a little.

It would've been fine if the bathroom hadn't had TWO doors. I locked one, but my sister, who knew I'd been too quiet and stealthy to just be making a normal bathroom visit, opened the door from the bedroom.

I was caught eating my sister's boyfriend's underwear. In my mind's eye, I can see the licorice strand falling from my lips as I opened my candy-stained mouth in surprise. It may not actually have happened that way, but that's how it looks in my memory--and you'd better believe it was BURNED into my memory.

There was also the time I got my period during my trigonometry final (yes, I was wearing a white dress; no, I couldn't leave the room for any reason).

Then there was the time I tried to hold in a sneeze and wound up farting as I was inviting my first high-school crush to a party (he declined).

Oh, and when my brother helped me move from my first apartment, he upended a nightstand and a "toy" fell out. That was just an awesome experience for everyone involved.

I think that hits all the major embarrassment highlights in my life thus far. I'm not including the various farts, nose-whistles, visible bra straps, mispronunciations, trips, falls, stumbles, and blunders to which I am prone. I'm a silly and embarrassing creature and somehow people still love me, so I guess it's not too bad. :D

Please don't feel ashamed or embarrassed. Wearing a bathing suit is the best time to eat ice cream--that way if it melts, you can wash it off more easily. :)

I was doing crunches at the gym the other day and let out a very loud fart. The woman in the abs room just looked at me. I apologized, but i'm not sure it helped. :o

:hug: I feel for you! I can totally see myself going through the exact same thing! You will survive this binge....just get back on track, drink lots of water and don't forget those gym shoes! ;)

Ok, this isn't so embarrassing, but it's a moment that has stuck in my mind. I was on vacation with my husband and mom and my son (before I had two...I was pregnant and huge like a tent!). All I wanted to do was eat. My husband was video taping my reaction to finding that he had bought some papayas. Yes, they're healthy but if you saw my reaction on this video, you'd think that I just found a box of puppies or a million dollars in cash! I kept shouting "OOHHH!!! Papaya!!! OOOHHH!!!" It looked like something out of Amercia's Funniest Home Videos, except it wasn't funny to me when I saw how huge I got. Didn't stop me though. ;) I kept on eating and eating and eating.

:hug: use that moment as a motivator! :hug: i dont remember having an embarrassing food moment other then working at braums and squirting lime in my eye on accident when i was making a cherry limeade LOL i just went in the bathroom and cried then told them i needed to go home haha. i have been one to say the dumbest most random thing around guys tho lol i had a crush on a guy in the 7th grade and as he got on the bus i saw he had a pimple on his upper lip, well so did i! so the first thing i EVER said to him was when i pointed to my lip and said 'i got a pimple' with this cheesy grin on my face (talk about facepalm moments =P)

hun, i'm sorry you went through that, but i think you need to understand that what caused you to binge was you sense of "loss of perfection".

You had a plan, the plan was to go to the gym, you probably made many sacrifices to BE ABLE to get to that gym...only to find you didn't have the proper foot wear to be able to workout...

so in defeat, you turned and went home...when you got home the fact that you "failed" and you failed in the past hit you...so you went back into your old ways...

it might benefit you to figure out what you will do NEXT time you forget your shoes or when a plan doesn't work out like you want it to.

an embarassing food moment. Food always fills me with guilt and shame. I can't think of a time when i am heavy that i am not embarassed to eat "junk food".

Okay, here's one:

I don't like spicy food, but one day in college for a cook-out I was helping prepare some jalapeño peppers. I tried to wash the oils off my hands when done, but I guess it didn't work because later that night, when I was alone in my room and feeling "in the mood," I started having some good personal time -- until the burning sensation started!! I'd remembered not to rub my eyes with the oily fingers, but other parts just didn't occur to me....

That burning lasted for days and everyone kept wondering why I was squirming anytime I had to sit down.

I wet my pants in the front office of my high school while delivering mail for a teacher... in front of 2 guys I knew. Fortunately, they never brought it back up to me... pretty traumatizing when you're 15!

I also had my husband roll over in his sleep and give me a concussion with his elbow. Try explaining that to your English Lit classmate who's trying to figure out why you're staring at the wall without getting the cops called on your poor innocent/klutzy hubby...

O.k. you guys seriously have me belly laughing so hard I have tears rolling down my cheeks and I nearly wet my pants. Almost had my own embarrassing moment just reading this thread.

My most embarrasing moment is too embarrassing to tell. This was such a good idea , a great way to start the day with a lot of laughs. We have all had moments we would like to forget. Funny how those embarrasing moments are burned in our memories.

I tripped and fell while running down an extremely busy street in the Big City that I live in, just a few weeks ago! Yes, there were bystanders. I even scraped my knee. Then I fixed my hair and ran home. :)

PS-- I also just laughed until I squeezed out tears and almost peed. Keep 'em comin'!

I was talking to my mom one day about the possibility of breast reduction surgery for myself. What I meant to say was, "Mom, I want a boob job.". What I accidentally said was... "Mom, I want a blow job.". I wanted to disappear!!!

Now an embarrassing moment with food, hmmm. Well, I really like the taste of diet sodas better than the real thing but I am always embarrassed to order a diet drink with a cheeseburger and fries. Inevitably, I start imagining that the 100 lb. Teen waiting on me must be cackling inside at the 200 lb. Woman ordering a ton of food with a diet drink.

Nola Celeste, I wish I lived in Metairie! You sound like my kinda pal! :)

Thanks guys! I read some of these a few days ago and the rest just now and you guys had me howling! I did get back on track and I feel much better after some company (you) and a good night's rest.

Jendiet- You are right. That is why I did it. I have to work on my perfectionistic thinking because that can sabotage my hard work. On Saturday I decided to start a journal where I just list one thing I learned about dieting or myself (dieting related). I believe that this will help me to remember what I learn when I trip up.

This JUST happen on Friday. While my fiance was at work, I went to try on a pair of his pants. He's like 160 and 5'8", so i knew I wouldnt fit them, but i wanted to see how bad. I remember a time I couldnt pull them over my thighs. Anyhoo, i was pulling them up and got them on but then looked down and saw I had yanked so hard the zipper broke away from the other side. FRICK! I had to admit to him what I did and that I broke the zipper, since we are living in a new country with no friends with sewing machines...ugh!

I have had plenty of butt crack moments.... they are the worst. :)

I'm not sure if this embarrassing moment can be categorized as 'humorous' but when I was a senior in high school I decided to walk through the grass instead of taking the pavement because I was 'cool' and 'fearless' after a day of rain. I slipped in front of my entire class and got mud all of the right leg of my jeans; I spent the rest of the next class period in the bathroom crying and cleaning off my jeans with a wet paper towel in my underwear, lol.

Also, one time I was having a conversation with 2 'cool' girls in high school and in mid-sentence my gum fell out of my mouth and onto my chest... eugh!

Feel better, hun :)

Okay, this embarassing moment just happened this week. This is awful!

There's this cute guy at my gym and I see him there all the time. Well, I was on the elliptical machine and he was just one over. So of course I started showing off and pushing myself a little harder to impress him. Then I felt it-I was going to fart. I tried everything to stop it but there was no use!

It was incredibly loud (or in my very embarassed mind it was) and even with my best poker face on I could contain not my embarrassment. I thought "well maybe he didn't hear it." Oh no....he heard it. He gave me this weird stare for a second and then looked away.

Needless to say-I will be avoiding him (or he'll be avoiding me) at the gym from now on!

I was at a public pool in middle school in my bikini, (well-endowed/voluptuous for my age) talking with a group of people. One pointed out a huge bug that landed right on my breast. I immediately freaked out, trying to shoo the bug away, but instead swatted my bikini top down, exposing my breasts to the entire group and public pool.
For the next year, I had the boys at school telling me "there's a bug on your shirt." :o

hahahaha!!!!!! I just LOVE you guys...I have laffed til tears are runnin down my cheeks reading these.......lol....... Thank you Sunshine for being so vulnerable here and starting this thread! Here's my little contribution... one day I was racin around the house getting ready for work and just got out of the shower. My ex was ironing and there was just a narrow space to go by between him, the dresser and the ironing board ...I was rather fluffy back then too. He was laughing and told me to be careful or he might burn my butt... he held up the iron real fast JUST as I raced by.....and BURNED MY BUTT! I cleared our king-size bed in a milli-second and screamed at him never to touch me AGAIN! ....went to work and had to sit on the edge of the chair for a week...youch!! oh...that was not the end....to this DAY...years later...he tells people this wonderful story.. sigh.. (EX!!)

When I was in college, back when I first started gaining the weight that I'm trying now to get rid of, I stretched myself far too thin in terms of commitments and obligations. I suppose bingeing was my way of taking in more than I was expending, although it's pretty shoddy logic. I'd gained the freshman fifteen (or 18), a noticeable amount in a person who is only 5 ft tall and stocky to begin with despite regular exercise, and my family decided that they wanted to monitor what and how I ate to keep me in line. In the dorms, I had eaten a diet primarily comprised of pasta, in an effort to be vegetarian, but later discovered that I'm hyperinsulinimic and need more protein than carbs, etc., and I generally only ate in the cafeteria and seldom brought snacks to the dorm room. At any rate, my family just assumed I had grown fat simply from eating a lot of junk food when no one was around to keep an eye on me ad decided that I was untrustworthy and incompetent; today, my fatness is still cited as a reason for my failure in life, despite 3 (nearly 4) graduate degrees and many awards in a competitive field. Why is it that poor control of the body is often seen as a sign or poor mental control in women, so often? Erasing that assumption would go a long way to helping people become more responsible about their nutritional habits and less ashamed of their weaknesses! (rant over). However, my sweet tooth is only occasional and I don't often buy candy, except in times of serious stress or depression or a feeling of loss of control, except for chocolate which I crave every month when it's that time of the week. I don't deny myself a little bit, then. Bad habit, but I'm being honest about the embarrassing experience, here.

One day, during summer vacation, exhausted from work (two jobs over the summer) and battling an out of control depression and being that time of the month for me, I was reading a book at home when my cousin (who lived with us for a while) brought home an enormous bag of chocolate bunnies. They were on sale (after Easter) and she got them for a bargain and figured she could give them away or make gift baskets or something that used these bunnies which were roughly the size of my forearm. Everyone else had a taste, but I wasn't allowed to have any because of my weight and my diet (I didn't actually ask, though I was definitely tempted). I didn't want the chocolate so much, but I must have been bothered that I didn't have the choice to say no. I didn't give it much more thought, but the bunny must have haunted me or something because it apparently called me out of my sleep to eat it (joking).

Somewhere in the middle of the night, I woke up and wandered over to the closet where the chocolate bunnies had been placed (there were more than two dozen in there). I took one of the bunnies, opened the package, and ate it's ears. Instead of replacing the partially headless bunny, it seems that my somnolent self put it under my pillow. I have absolutely no recollection of doing this -- not of going to the closet, not of eating the bunny, and not of placing its chocolaty torso under my pillow. Since I was a kid, sleepwalking has been an issue for me, and so has talking in my sleep, but only twice that I can think of have I been guilty of sleep-eating. On one separate occasion, I woke up and found myself eating ice cream in the kitchen that I had refused earlier in the day; horrified and disturbed by this turn of events, I threw the rest away before going back to sleep, unobserved. It seems that the other time was this bunny incident and while my recollection hasn't changed, I can assume this is what happened, only my shame in this instance was far less private.

The next day, my sister went into the closet and found the empty wrapper and wanted to yell at whoever would leave an empty wrapper out as ants could get into the closet, but no one took responsibility for leaving the wrapper. I, having eaten part of this bunny in my sleep, did not even know I had done it and so, obviously, didn't fess up. However, my sisters (generally quick to jump on my faults as a way of feeling better about their own, as I was a "goody two shoes" in childhood) decided that it must be me because no one else had admitted to it. They decided to search my room for evidence and eventually found the headless chocolate bunny under my pillow. Such a ruckus of laughter and humiliation ensued! I swore up and down that I didn't put it there, but they insisted that I was lying. Assuming that this was an incident of sleep-eating, like the ice-cream, I eventually just explained that it might have been that I ate it in my sleep, but didn't know. They laughed for a long time at what they thought was my lying in an effort to evade my diet and subversively be a glutton.

I have never been so ashamed or embarrassed before or since that day. Of course, the story now gets repeated often for its comedic value at family gatherings involving reminiscing about the past. I've come to find it funny, myself.

I can say this to you about your experience: one day it will seem funny, even to you; you could use this as an excuse to hide and repress your feelings, or just own up to your emotions and be positive in your efforts to better cope with your sense of failure, whatever it might be. :) So, you're not perfect, so any possibility of an illusion of control might have been burst in that moment, so what? You don't have to be perfect! Just don't let that momentary low defeat you. Think about the day when you'll be the size you want to be, super-hot and sexy and in a bikini on the beach savoring an ice cream and everyone watching you will think you're subversively naughty in the best way because you have learned how to balance the desires of your tastebuds and the fitness demands of your body while still enjoying yourself; and then your own love of yourself and your accomplishments in that moment will be even richer because you overcame a moment of humiliation and shame that overlapped it and defeated it. :)

Anyway, great thread! I'm enjoying hearing all of your stories. :) It takes courage to admit the embarrassing things, but, that vulnerability does make us stronger in the pursuit of our goals, I think.

I never do those weight classes at the gyms because sometimes a girl is gassy and any kind of lunge and dip and twist could be a potential fart fart fart moment.
This is why I love the crowded spin classes with the loud music so just in-case one slips it'll be anonymous. hehe I have to admit its hilarious trying to hold one in and hoping it'll go back up while doing double time on the cycle machine.

Another thing don't you hate it when you fart privately and someone comes up right behind you.. urgh its happened so many times that I'll be straight up and say "listen, I just farted so i think you should move from there" Its always a good laugh moment.

Oh my goodness this is the best thread ever! Thank you so much for giving me such a great pick me up ladies :))

I don't have one but my mom sure does....now I'm hoping she doesn't sign up like I suggested :-) At any rate, she LOVES eating grocery store samples. So when we went to the grocery store she was absolutely DELIGHTED at all the samples they had and told me how much she enjoys them and ate one after the other. The next thing I know she's calling me from the bathroom to buy her a pair of pants and meet her because it was coming from both ends! My mom is so great, so we both laughed until we cried!!!
LGW