I'm a few years late, but here goes...
I think I can tally one camp chair, one plastic lawn chair, one wooden dining room chair, and one mid-century acrylic dining room chair (that's right, I broke someone's trendy hipster collectible!) all lost to my butt.

Fear of someone seeing those "flagship" panties! After my C-Section I told my mother to go out and find me the BIGGEST underwear she could find, and she came back with some LARGE ones. (Hospital ones too small, regular ones too ouchy!) About 6 months later, cleaning post (very skinny) house guests, I found a neatly folded pair of said undies that must have been tangled in the laundry with the sheets I had laid out for them! Mortified!

I can't wait till the thought of summertime means enjoying the beach and not obsessing about walking over dunes to get there. (Has anyone else experienced the quicksand effect? "Normal" people standing on the sand right next to you as you sink deeper and deeper..." )

This thread is Hi-larious!

One of the worst/most embarrassing things ever to happen to me had to do with sand. I was studying abroad in Sydney, and during one holiday week me and some friends decided to go camping on this uninhabited island off the coast of Eastern Australia.

It was a lot of fun, stunningly beautiful, etc.

Anyway, our tour guide had given us a bunch of things we could do while we were there, and one of them was a hike to this lake in the center of the island. He said it wasn't a bad hike, and it'd be beautiful and scenic. Great.

So we all packed our backpacks and water, and set off. It started in what seemed like a jungle. After about 2 hours of decent hiking (nothing horrible, just regular) through said jungle, we finally came out of the forest and saw what can only be described as an endless desert with HIGH sand dunes. I literally thought we had landed in a page from "Arabian Nights."

I was a bit nervous about it, but I didn't want to leave the group, and we all figured the lake would be just up over the first dune.

WRONG. The sand was high, soft, and you sank in deep with every step. Not to mention there were so many dunes, you were constantly walking uphill. It took an additional 2 hours to get to the effing lake! In sand. I was pretty sure I wouldn't make it and they'd find my body decomposing in the sand months later. Needless to say I lagged behind until I was alone, and at one point I collapsed in the sand. Not kidding. I had to just keep telling myself "it has to be over that next dune. it has to be over that next dune." By the time I made it to the lake (also telling myself my parents wouldn't be able to pay to have my dead body flown back to the US - LOL), I was half dead. Also, the lake was FREEZING, so when I finally jumped in, what little breath I had left was knocked out of me.

You know what I did? I jumped in the lake to cool off, and turned right back around and started hiking home. I didn't want to be left behind again with all the dingoes and such, as it'd be sunset in an hour or so. I was so tired when I got back to my tent, I couldn't even force myself to make dinner.

My friends were also tired, but not like I was. I also wanted to strangle our tour guide. I never want to be so out of shape when something like that happens again. I'm pretty sure hiking up and down heavy sand dunes over and over when you weigh 300 pounds is what h3ll is like.

I have to say, I almost miss being recognized at the local fast food places. I mean, it was like Cheers, but with less alcohol and more cheese. I could walk in to Subway, and the guy would know that I wanted a footlong ham and cheese. On Italian Herbs and Cheese. Extra Cheese. Pickles only. And like three of the macademia white chocolate cookies.

I'm pretty sure he only remembered me because I faintly resembled a concrete pillar, but, hey, recognition is recognition. I almost miss it.

Almost.

This has me CRACKING UP. I didnt read through all of them so mine will probably ALL be duplicates but here goes:

1-Going to meetings at work with a bunch of skinny people and i put a lot of weight on my feet because im terrified of breaking the chair, then i get up and feel like i cant walk because my legs are numb
2-ive broken a toilet seat before by shifting when i was sitting on it
3-i take the train every day and literally sit there in fear that i will run into someone i havent seen in a while(ive gained 100 pounds in the last 6 years)
4-i CANNOT wait to be able to cross my legs. I have not been able to cross my legs since before i was 14(im 23)
5-i cant wait to go out with my friends and not feel bad for them to have to be seen with me(All of my friends are skinny)
6-i barely fit in the desks at my college(once i was sitting near the door and for some reason the door kept automatically locking. every time someone needed to come in the room, i had to to awkwardly get out of my chair to let them in and sit back down)
7-going up stairs with someone and not talking for like 5 minutes so i can breathe again and they wont think im dying

i have a million more that ill post later

The broken toilet seat owns me.. Cause last night mine shifted on me.. How in the world it cut my inner thigh but it did about 3 inches .. I was scared that I needed stitches..
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Last one happen last summer in Vegas. We were staying at caesars palace. We bought the all day bus ticket.. Well hubby wanted his pic taken at the Welcome to Vegas sign.. That is all I heard... Well the bus did not stop close to it... We got off at a bus stop closest to it and took off walking.. IN JULY..... One our way back we stopped at a mcdonalds to rest.. They workers were super nice but keep getting me water. See I did not sweat till I got in doors and it appeared I was leaking lol So Thankful I did not have on a white T- shirt..

Funny aspects (but painful either figuratively or literally):
-squeezing into a chair and then standing up with it stuck to my ***
-fearing I would get stuck in a subway turnstile and have to be cut free
-my cats prefer me to knead on, they hop right over my husband to get to me, my thighs are much softer than his.

Hahahah this still happens for me at Subway. I go a few times a week, and its always the same two people =D. Love it when I can just chat and don't even have to give my order because they already know it....

Ok my list

1)Worrying about being able to squeeze into those freaking desk with the attachable chairs when I was in HS...Seriously, only after a lot of sucking in could I squeeze into those suckers

2)Buying underwear and bras at a store, and having a cute guy ring them up and seeing how big they are

3)Being able to make weird old man faces with my stomache...although now my stomache looks like a pirate...boobs for the eyes, loose skin sagging over belly button for a mouth...oh and my gaulbladder removal scar looks like a cheek cut...SOrry off topic =D...moving on

4)Flying on an airplane and having the guy sitting next to you ask to be moved to a different seat because he dosen't have enough room. Then him getting sitted right behind a VERY loud child ^_^

My highest weight was 262 but I have to share an embarassing incident. My husband and I got on a roller coaster at dollywood only to find it wouldn't snap into place because I was too big, so I had to get out and wait for him after all the other people in line waited for them to keep trying and trying to put that bar down enough to snap into place. I notice now they have a try out chair before you get on the ride to see if you will fit or not.

Things I'm looking forward to

1) Being able to shop anywhere (even in the clearance sections where they only have baby gap sized clothes )

2) Not having my jeans wear out from my thighs rubbing then finding out they've ripped waaaaay after the fact

3) Not feeling self conscious about wearing shorts in the summer time

4) Not feeling awkward next to my 110 pound boyfriend

Oh man, getting recognized by fast food people, that sparked a memory.

A friend of mine was visiting me at college and we went to Taco Bell one night. We went up to the counter and the employee says, "Oh, you came inside tonight!" (Because normally I would go through the drive-thru.)

I've broken a few toilet seats, try explaining that to college roommates.

I was sitting on a lawn chair at somebody's picnic, got up and walked away. Turned around and the hostess was pulling at the chair I was sitting in because my girth had shoved it into the ground like two-inches! That one was bad.

Being out at a bar with friends and there's a group of people you have to squeeze by... almost knock three of them over on your way past.

I took some TV production class once, and didn't want to see myself on-camera next to a thin person so I took sick days on the days I was scheduled to be on-air... like my classmates didn't know that's what I was doing!

I used to be a nursing assistant, and one of the activities in the class to become one is letting the other students lift you up with an electrical lift off a bed. The weight limit on that thing was 400-pounds and I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared I'd break it!

I also hate that 'inkling' I get when certain 'friends' text or call asking me to come out with them... I feel like the only reason they want me out is so they look better next to the fatty.

I can't wait 'til the day when I'm not afraid of standing up to someone in front of a group of people because I'm worried they'll call me a fata$$ or something.

thekellz, I know what you mean. I let people walk all over me because I'm afraid if I stand up to them they will mock me for my weight. I hope that gets better when I'm at a healthy weight.

Ohh man. I used to think I was slightly neurotic and that I had issues because I worried about these things. Glad to know I'm not. That, or all of you are neurotic too. Haha.

I've actually CRACKED a toilet seat. Yeah. My friend had just moved into a new apartment and she was like 'careful with the toilet seat, it's wobbly'. I sat on it, it wobbled then I heard a SNAP and felt a pinch. Yeah, it had pinched my thigh fat. lol. I walked out and was like 'We need to go to Home Depot to get a new toilet seat'. It was embarrassing, but thankfully she's a big girl too and understood.

I'm losing the weight so that when I fly home in 8 months I'm not miserable. The flight here, to Guam, consisted of one 2 hour flight and two 8 hour flights. It was pretty miserable. Luckily, I had my husband flying with me and I could share some of his space, but when I fly home this year, I'll be going on my own. I don't want to take up someone elses space. Not to mention when I don't want to ever have to ask for a seat belt extender again.

I can't wait to not stick out like a sore thumb! I live on a military base in a foreign country.. 99% of the people here are skinny! The military people are all skinny and fit, their wives are all pretty much skinny and fit. Especially since Guam is known for beaches and hiking, all the athletic, outdoorsy types are here.

I don't typically have problems shaving my legs, painting my toes (somehow I'm super flexible) or any of that. But I'm hoping my knees stop creaking and cracking when I lose more weight! It's embarrassing when I stand up and they pop and someone goes 'That didn't sound good, are you okay?'

Everything else has been covered pretty much though. It's sad we go through this but I like not feeling so alone.

BrittyK-I have not flown much as an adult and one fear I have is of having to pay for two seats, I heard that is asked of some people. I have no idea what size one is to have to do that? I have a thin hubby so that would help I suppose.

I think you really have to be pretty big for them to make you pay for 2 seats. I've flown a lot at 330+ pounds and never have been asked to pay for 2. If you're flying with someone who is thin, then yeah, they won't ask you because they know the person you're sitting by won't complain.