My Relationship with Food

       I think it is safe to say that me and food have a love and hate relationship.  Growing up my family struggled financially.  There were six kids all fighting and grasping at our slice of 30,000 dollars a year salary my dad made.  Much our meals consisted of potatos or pasta noodles because it was cheap.  My mom always did the best she could, most of our vegetable intake was in the summers because my mom could grow all sorts of things in a garden, and the seeds did not cost much. 

 

       My mother always dished us more than what we could eat, at least it always seemed that way.  Unfortunately, this led to terrible habits.  You never got up before you would finish, and you always made sure there was not a crumb left on your plate.  As I got older, I realized this was probably one of the worst things, learning to tell myself that you don't have to cover your entire plate and that you didn't have to finish everything was a lot to train my mind. 

 

 

     Now I am more careful with my children, they have been taught they only have to eat what their bellies are hungry for.  Sometimes certain chains are meant to be broken.