I used to. I used to avoid anything associated with exercise because I would puff and I was sure that people would be looking at me thinking "look at that fat chick who can't even walk without puffing". It was to the extent that on a bushwalk which I had been told was "a 30min flat walk" but was up a hill, I threw an actual tantrum. Literally. I was yelling at my now hubby that he just took me on this walk to embarass me with people everywhere
Sheesh, I was such a loser.
Then I realised no-one really gave a toss, they were all off in their own worlds worrying about what to have for lunch or if they'd left the iron on or something. The occasional person would be an ass, but then you get that in anything. That realisation was the start of my serious weight loss because I could actually go out and do the work I needed to do to lose the weight. Long story short, I now quite happily exercise and sweat and puff away and couldn't care less.
35kg lost. (November 2005 - October 2006)
15kg gained again (as at October 2010).
Back to the drawing board - Let's do this thing!
"You can't change the winds, but you can change the sails"
"Reach out and take control of what lands in your lap"