Not only was I told about the starving children in Africa/India/China, my parents tried to force me to clean my plate (which they loaded up) by setting a timer and threatening me with a spanking with a 12-inch wooden paddle. The many welts and bruised fingers I received were a testament to my stubborness. They eventually gave up the spankings, but made me sit at the table for hours after dinner saying that I couldn't leave the table until my food was gone. Sadly, we didn't have a dog, so I became skilled at hiding food in my clothes and taking it apart and pushing it around on and under my plate.
It actually makes me a little happy to throw away "perfectly good" food (No wonder! Right?). One normal-eating tip is to dissect the food on your plate by only eating the best bits and tastes first, and then eat only until you're politely satisfied. What's left are the less-favorite parts and it's easy to throw them out because it looks unappealing. It helps to remember that your body is not a trash-bin. <smile>
Best, Joy
--- In fast5@yahoogroups.com, Lesley Taylor <lesleytaylor6112@...> wrote:
....which leads me to another thing that I need to
> work on. "Throwing food away" - I find it so difficult, and no my mother did
> not tell me about the starving children in Africa, and I was never forced to eat
> anything I did not want. I just find it so hard to throw away good food that is
> still edible. I keep practicing though, tears rolling down my face when the
> food hits the bottom of the bin.......I am sure it will get easier....everything
> else is.
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