It all makes sense now
Comments(9) I love my mother and she is so sadly missed. I realize now alot of my eating problems come from my childhood. My mother could not cook. She was the absolute worst cook.
Her talents were in sewing, crafting and games. At dinner I can remember scanning the table, praying there was something with gravy. My father had to have bread everynight, and if the meal was bad and we had gravy all was good. I would eat bread and gravy to fill up. Many nights I went to bed hungry because I couldn’t stand her cooking.
One rule was in the house (and my dad was so strict) was CLEAN YOUR PLATE. I can imagine many of you grew up that way. Having a pop (Coke) was such a treat. My brother and I were allowed to split one on the weekend. How sad thinking back.
As soon as I left home, which was early (hadn’t even graduated high school yet) I discovered the love for food. I would eat whenever, whatever and how
much I wanted. I DIDN’T have to clean my plate anymore and I lived on Coca Cola.
So there you see, its funny how our childhood affects the way we eat today. It wasn’t that my mother ate the wrong foods, it was the way they raised me. I love to cook, I love to eat, and I truly love to cook for others that enjoy my meals.
I think I have a much better understanding….I’ve been in a good place since starting BuddySlim. Many slip ups for sure, but overall I’ve learned alot about making the wise choices and still enjoying food. Thats my goal for 2008. I know why I’ve become the size I am today, I know I can change that and I WILL!!!
Letter B
Beauty: Train the eyes of your soul to look for the beauty in life. “Beauty is God’s hand-writing–a wayside sacrament,” observed Ralph Waldo Emerson. “Welcome it in every fair face, in every fair sky, in every fair flower, and thank God for it as a cup of blessing.”
