Growing up, my parents subscribed to the clean plate philosophy. At every meal, we were expected to finish all the food we were served and drink our full glass of milk, regardless of our personal feelings about it. I don't blame my parents for doing this at all -- it was the common food philosophy of the time, and my mom always cooked well-rounded, healthy, and for the most part (*cough* sloppy joes *cough*) delicious meals. But for me, it was a struggle. I hated milk, and like most kids, I did not like vegetables, so I spent many nights sitting at the dinner table literally for hours until I finally realized that the only out was to choke down the things I didn't like.
Even now as an adult, I struggle with cleaning my plate. I have had weight issues on and off since middle school, and I think in some part, my inability to sense when I am full and my desire to please whoever is cooking by finishing all that's on my plate are parts of the issue (candy is another part, definitely).Read More »from Why I (Sometimes) Send My Toddler to Bed Hungry