I'm sure a lot of us with any semblance of SP have issues with eating in front of people. I am currently taking Winter Break courses at my college, and only have a few minutes in between each class to eat lunch. The talking to people part of my SP has somewhat subsided in the past several months because I am experiencing a lot of success in life, which has helped me with my depression(which triggered SP)...I'm still not like a "normal" person, but things are improving...Anyway.....here's my story

Yesterday, in between classes....I had a can of soup. There is a microwave in the student lounge, but there is no way I'm going to go into a room full of people and have everyone look at what I'm heating up, maybe make comments about it....then watch me eat!!!!!!

I ended up walking in between the buildings, next to the street...and waited until no cars were coming.....and drank the soup down cold before anyone could see me! The whole time I was laughing at myself at the ridiculousness of the whole thing though! We all know though that knowing it is ridiculous doesn't stop us from doing it!

Yeeah I do similar things
I haven't dared to enter the school restaurant where the rest of my class eats. Luckily I end school rather early most of the time, so I get home at around 3pm which gives me enough time to eat at home.
But on the long days where I get home at 5-6pm...I either don't eat at all, or I bring some cold noodles which I eat outside in the cold on some discrete place where nobody can see me

Social phobia might just be the best way to diet

LOLLL at the noodles!!!!! I wonder what it is like to actually enjoy a meal. If it's not the stress of eating it....there's always stress involved with buying the food whether it be from the store or a restaurant!

A few months ago, all I had left was cans of tuna fish....and I would park my car all the way at the back of the parking lot....(but not too far from the other cars to indicate to draw attention to myself)....and I would sit there and eat the fish...spill it all in my car...all over myself.......then eat like seven breath mints...spray body spray on my clothes.....then stop by every sink on the way to class...and wash my hands...and still be paranoid that I smelled like fish!

The silly part of it is...I think I was more afraid that people would know that I ate something...than I was that they would think I just smelled bad.....What kind of sense does that make?