What was the most embarrassing or worst thing due to your fat.

The worst thing that ever happened to me, since being so fat: WEll, there was sitting in a booth a barbeque place and I was squeezed in and about half the table was holding my belly, and then all of sudden the damned booth tipped over and there I was, balanced between falling on the floor and my son holding the booth to keep me from falling on the floor and this jerk, this non human, laughed at me so hard and of course when the booth was set upright, I couldn't get out, no, not all all, My son had to pull and pull and finally I was out of the booth. I will never go there again. That was when, after I was out of the booth, my 6'4" son, walked over to the man, jerked him up, and drew back his fist to smack the guy and I grabbed his arm, and he almost pulled me with his fist into the man's face but stopped short. I said, come on he isn't worth this. My son told the man, you're lucky, if my moms wasn't here, I'd kick your blankity blank ass. But then, if I wasn't there, my son wouldn't have lost his temper. That was the most embarrassing and the worst thing. You're up!

What finally put me over the edge, was when someone asked when my baby was due. I was not pregnant. I pretended to be just to save face. I said oh in a few months , and they lady was like, wow its going to be a very good size. I was like... thanks...I think it was the next day, I really looked into getting surgery even though it was excluded from my insurance. I knew I had no other choice than to self pay, and thank God I was living in one of the only states that allows that....at a reasonable price...no trips to mexico for me!

At least you looked pregnant, I am so large that I can't even pass for pregnant. My arms are huge.

I suppose that is one way to look at it. It still hurts either way. Hang in there.

Just thought I'd share and ask to join in the Arkansas fun; I was working in a local nursing home and became close friends with this really cute guy (I know, like I had a chance at 280) but... he was really sad about some interaction with a girl and as I was offering comfort, I sat down on a coffee table in the front lobby. Well, then we BOTH hear this crack and I thought oh ___ and stood up really quick. We both acted like we didn't hear it but we did. Luckily, I didn't fall and the table stayed standing. That wasn't the final straw, because I somehow stayed in denial about how obese I was, because it happened again on a bench in Houston 3 years later. That day, I also hurt my knee which required surgical repair. The doc let me know that if I didn't lose weight I would soon need a knee replacement. Still, I waited. I think the final straw was, when I had to run to a resident's room at the nursing home and someone asked "what is that sound" and I was very embarrassed to note it was my pannus slapping my thighs. I could no longer ignore the fact that it was time to address my obesity. I can laugh now, but I was mortified at the time. Dawna PS: there are a couple of support groups that meet monthly in NWA. My group meets the 2nd wed of the month at 5:30pm at the center for exercise. There is also a group that meets at St. Mary's the second Sunday of the month at 2 pm.

Oh my gosh, that reminds me of Thanksgiving at my sister's house a few years ago. I was sitting in a chair and all of a sudden, I noticed that the table was getting closer and closer to my face and all of a sudden the metal legs totally bent in half and broke. It took four brother in laws to get me up off the floor. I was so embarrassed that I made my son take me home right then and there. That was when I weighed 500 pounds and after that I lost down to 288 but since I can't walk long distances I have gained up to 329.

My most embarassing moment was when I was out at my parents house. I come out here a couple of times a week and sat down on dad's bed and the center slat in the bed broke or so I thought. It actually just came out of the side of the bed but I cried and cried and it was then I realized I needed to get serious about my weight. Jan

Once I was in the mall in Fort Smith and I saw this woman and she was huge and I turned and looked at my son and whispered, am I as fat as that woman, and my son said what woman and I said that woman and pointed and we both looked in the direction that I was pointing and there she was, this huge woman pointing back. She was me, and I saw my reflection.

I just thought of another one it was regarding a bed also. My mom has this cool bed and just after she got it...I sat down on it hard and bent one of the legs and we had to get bricks to prop up that part of the bed. Luckily this year she got a new frame and got rid of the bricks and I was warned don't flop on the bed. But of course I'm skinner now. Jan

What really motivated me to have surgery was reading some medical documents about me saying I was a 49 year old morbidly obese white male. I dont know why but reading that by a doctor upset me. I knew I had a bad heart and the weight just made me worse, I saw a photo of my wife and myself from 2000, and I looked so bad. I cant believe how huge I was back then. Now I am 6 years older but I look lots better. Funny I dont recognize myself in pictures anymore. In my mind I am still a fat man although I am not that big anymore. It sure is nice to be able to fit in booths and manuver around people and objects that I could never have done before. It is so nice to go to the lake or the swimming pool and know everyone is not staring at the fat man. It is so nice not to look like a beached whatle. Glad to see the Arkansas board is getting active. I had my surgery in Batesville , Arkanasa and I live in Branson only about 15 miles from the mo-ar line.