[Heather Micaela]

My mother was forced to clean her plate and would be at the table for hours because she hated it. My grandmother was otherwise a reasonable person and they had a good relationship. My mother never used drugs, but she also had no idea how to regulate if she were full or not and has always struggled with her weight. She also refused to eat or serve lima beans after she got married.

My father's story is similar but he ended up banning liver and onions instead.

My brother and I were told to try a bite of new foods and not given seconds on the "icky" stuff unless we ate the miniscule portion they served us of it. But that was only until they were fairly certain we knew for sure we STILL didn't like ______. Then we ate what we liked of the meal served and that was that.

I still do not use drugs (except by rx) and I have never had a weight problem, unless you count the fact that I am lazy and it took 2 years to loose my pregnancy weight completely. Both of us still hate what we hate. We also are willing to try new things.

My kids have the option of eating it or not. But I am not a short order cook. That is all there is and nothing more. They find a way to stay filled.

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Originally Posted by Whirlwind

Unfortunately, I kinda have food issues. I don't like eating at other people's houses. I'll go to restaurants, or we can eat at my house, but I always make up an excuse to avoid going to someone's house for dinner. I feel like as a guest, manners would dictate that it's polite to eat anything they make for you. But the thought of being forced to eat, even by my own manners, makes me really uncomfortable. I'm the only adult I know who hates being invited to someone's house for dinner!
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and I offended my (Latina) MIL by refusing food though I tried to do so politely. I don't eat pork. Even before I was kosher it made me literally sick. I told her that her carnitas were probably the best ever, but pork does not agree with me. I was sorry to offend, but honestly, I would rather do that than pretend I like something and be asked to eat more.

At other's houses, I take a bite of the ick and then find the one thing I do like and rave on that. (And yes I was terrified to eat at the house of my Singaporian friends - I survived though. I ate lots of rice.)