My parents believed that good children ate all their dinner. They lived through shortages during the depression and WW2. Wasting food was a sin. To hear my parents tell it, I didn’t have a lot of positive qualities, but I could clean my plate.
There are very few foods I won’t eat. Really hot seasonings are uncomfortable. Lima beans – more because of texture than taste. Frozen and fresh peas are fine, but the canned ones look icky. The outside split open and the insides squeeze out. I wrote a whole paper on why I hate peas in 4th grade. That’s about it. But I’ve been thinking. Getting pickier might be good.
Think of calories like money or closet space. There’s only so much. You can grab what comes along first … or hold out for the good stuff. Because if you try to eat everything … yeah, you’ll end up weighing 270 pounds. I know.
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