Guest guest Posted December 7, 2011 Report Share Posted December 7, 2011 I'm so glad that my parents weren't that way. And with my own kids, while I tried to have at least one thing on the table that they liked to eat, I always figured that if they were hungry they would eat. I never did understand some of the people I knew who actually worried about their kids eating enough. I always wanted to assure them that unless there was something drastically wrong with the child, he WOULD eat enough. These children were growing, and had plenty of energy, after all. (but I never said anything, because then they might worry that there was something drastically wrong, and I didn't,t want to cause that.). One of my friends, who didn't particularly worry, once said, I don,t know how my kids are living, because they never eat anything, and I watched those two kids consume whole pounds of cheese. But they didn't do it at meals, but in between, and my friend just hadn't noticed. What she noticed was that they were never hungry at meals. No wonder. I can imagine, though, how hard it would be to overcome an entire childhood of having your eating controlled by someone else--either telling you to deprive yourself, or to eat more. Hell, I get resentful even now, if someone even HINTS that they think I should be eating in some way other than I am. It doesn't matter even if I,ve told that person not to let me have any of the potato chips. But I am certainly finding some of the charges that food has other than nourishment are slowly dropping away. We've had pie in the house ever since Thsnksgiving. I've even made more pie--another pecan pie and a pumpkin cheesecake, and I'm probably going to throw out the original pumpkin pie soon, even though my son and I love pumpkin pie. We're just not eating it. I also have some cookies I made a while back (really yummy ones made with just peanut butter, honey and sesame seeds) that I haven,t touched in weeks. I thought I was out of control around sweets, and now I,m looking at them and asking myself if I really feel like eating them. Sometimes the answer is yes, but more often, it's no. And last night I went to the store and bought baby carrots, zucchini and broccoli because I was feeling distinctly vegetable/-deprived. And, by the way, I tried out the " It's okay to stop eating " phrase yesterday, and almost cried at how kind that voice was. When have I ever talked to myself so kindly before? So there are my thoughts for the morning..... Tilley > > > > Subject: Re: Food = ??? > To: IntuitiveEating_Support > Date: Tuesday, December 6, 2011, 10:59 AM > > > > > > > > I'm sure most here will agree that food has symbolized 'love' for most humans, but I swear its a tool of anger and other emotions too. > > As a kid I spent summer vacations with grandparents who lived during the Depression (1930s). Dear Gma had me sit at the table until noon because I would NOT eat (which I didn't) cooked oatmeal. To this day the thought of slick gooey oatmeal gags me. As an adult I understand that Gma was coming from that place where having ANY food meant one ate it gratefully. But her insisting that I eat something that I just could not choke down was not respectful of me nor would it make me appreciate HER hangups, especially at my expense. Of course it would be years and nasty memories later before I could understand what happened that morning. I still can't eat cooked oatmeal. > > Katcha > IEing since March 2007 > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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