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Billie Bee's avatar

My almond mother was a varsity cheerleader who also did gymnastics, and had me growing up on Slim Fast, Diet Coke and diet yogurts (you know--the kind that have gelatin, aspartame and a few small chunks of "fruit" in them?)

I never had a lasagna until a dinner theater show at my elementary school. I never had a banana until I was 8. I was told that I shouldn't eat olives because I wouldn't like them. The list of food control goes on and on.

This was normal to me--until the point of my life when I could buy my own food, and eventually cook it too. Do you know how wonderful a cheesesteak on a Sarcones roll is? Or a piping hot bowl of pho, a lovely chicken korma, or a greek salad with feta and kalamata olives tastes after an upbringing like that? I'm well above my ideal weight. An act of rebellion? Probably. I've also raised adventurous eaters who go out of their way to try new things. That's definitely an act of rebellion--and a parenting win as far as I'm concerned!

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Juliette K Rule's avatar

Like you, I had a mom who was pretty well balanced on eating and exercise. We just didn't talk about bodies very much. Yesterday I was making a lunch of cottage cheese and pineapple chunks, and realized that this was my mom's diet lunch. I'm 50. I don't diet. But I also don't particularly enjoy cottage cheese. Unpack that if you're bored. (It was a pretty good combination, and easy for WFH!)

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