no boys allowed in the room!!!!

good luck staying awake in afternoon meetings then :) (this used to be a HUGE problem for me)

My mother was nagging me about my weight when I was 125-130, but I just tuned it out--it was just another one of the many, many things that she was neurotic about.

Ha ha, peacocks, I totally know about the scowly on the inside! Hammer time!

Bowl of mueslix with some fruit and some nuts for protein, slow release, keep me going until mid afternoon.

what are "intense nutritional problems" - like she's pathologically afraid of food that isn't white or yellow?

also I think I'm a kind of food snob and cereal holds no interest for me, so I like to wait until lunch when I can legitimately eat a sandwich (which holds much interest for me).

i used to go days without eating, when i was in my early 20s (just out of laziness, really), but in the last couple of years i just can't do that anymore: i've really gotten used to eating breakfast, and i start feeling sick if i don't eat it. in fact, i've gotten used to eating 3 regular meals a day, and feel sick if i skip one.

xp to sarahel: i have told some awful stories about my mother on ilx - i 'love' her i guess, but she is/was extremely ignorant, lacking in compassion, somewhat spiteful/malicious, jealous... she's gotten a lot 'nicer' in the last few years but there are still things that tempt me on a regular basis to cut all contact with her.

My friend is going to this holistic medicine person because she wants to acquire some intense nutritional problems

Fixed.

125-130? Saying you're over weight? How tall are you?

Sarahel- it's more intense digestion problems that intensely affect her nutritional intake.

cereal can be good - i like putting fruit on it - just plain cereal is not very exciting, except in the wee hours

Oh god I don't know re breakfast. When I was little, breakfast was liable to be like pancakes and bacon and eggs and orange juice and glasses of milk. Not every day of course but sometimes it was, like, how you might imagine FARMHANDS would eat. You might benefit from those calories at age 5 in the winter during a growth spurt but you prob don't need that anymore at age 20 when you're sitting in class/a heated dorm room?

Was thinking of the "mom" type in this book of stories I used to have -- they were like "stories to live by" for teen girls, published in the '50s or something. So ymmv x infinity.

My dad was always the one harping about my weight as a kid. Being 12 and ordering a choloate shake AT STAKE AND SHAKE and he would say "are you sure you want to eat that?"

Muselix with fruit and nuts is lush. And I hate cereal.

125-130? Saying you're over weight? How tall are you?

5'5".

xp - aw that sucks, my dad would be sad if i didn't want a milkshake - when mom worked late, we'd sometimes go to Foster's Freeze and get burgers and shakes, because they had like 15 different flavors of shakes. I think my dad was/is still kinda like a kid in many ways.

I have been so into starting my day by eating oatmeal then going & lifting weights. I've done it for over a week & it feels great. I just want to eat oatmeal for every meal, it's the only food I like lately.

Jees, Christine. That is totally a slender healthy weight for that height.

i'm really into having smoothies that are vanilla yogurt + banana + strawberries + rose water

oatmeal rules! I'm way into yogurt and granola right now. rose water smoothies holy wow that sounds good.

i eat oatmeal for breakfast everyday and for lunch at work like 4x a week! but there is exactly one brand of instant oatmeal that i like, although i have tried approx. 7 different types and they all seem repulsive. i am extremely lazy about food, hate cooking but unfortunately am also super fussy and have low tolerance for eating the same thing all the time.

i also blame this on my mother, since she was the worst and least inventive cook in the world and fed me strictly microwaved food from 3-18yrs of age.

which brand is that? what is your fav flavor, if any?

just1n3! we are child diet twins!

uhoh thats what beats gets

my mom gave me an inferiority complex because when i was growing up, she probably worked like 70 hours a week, cooked a lot (she is a really good cook), and kept the house pretty tidy - i have never been capable of doing all of those things.

it is one particular type from trader joe's, maple syrup flavour but they have two kinds so it's easy to get the wrong one by accident! xp to peacocks

but my mom did try to make food sometimes, we were just really busy. She got really into cooking after I moved away to college and even more so after she retired. She makes excellent food now.

sunny!!!!!!!

i don't think my mom will ever really retire.

well, my mum was a stay at home mum from when i was 7-13, so i don't what her excuse was. but this is also the same person who would regularly give me a double helping of frozen corn bc she knew i hated it so much i couldn't even stand the smell.

when she went back to work, i had to take over about 75% of cooking duties, but since i had no one to learn from and we didn't own pots/pans, and she bought things like mince/sausages/carrots/cabbage/potatoes every week, i didn't have much choice but to follow in her footsteps.

the frozen corn thing - wtf? my mom would occasionally play little games to see whether she could sneak certain ingredients she liked but knew me and my dad weren't fond of into meals to see if we could detect them.

Man, I need to get back into eating oatmeal for breakfast again. It will be nice now that the weather is cold again. Yay.

omg i had to sit at the table and eat everything on my plate. even if it took hours. i developed a cool trick of swallowing things whole with gulps of water, like pills, so i wouldn't have to taste it.

that sounds kind of horrid. I don't think I've ever had mince. I ate in a rush or fast food in the car a lot.

xp Haha totally did that. Had to sit at table for hours even into HIGH SCHOOL because I've hated peas all my life and there was no forgiveness for not cleaning your plate. Therefore, down the hatch with several glasses of water.

i think the closest i ever came to having an eating disorder was the summer before 7th grade when it was really hot and i was depressed and i pretty much just ate sourdough toast and popsicles

Oatmeal kicks ass. I can't stand instant, actually. I stayed at my mom-in-law's house recently, who said she'd buy me oatmeal, and she got instant. And my husband said, "Oh, that's not the kind she likes," so every day she & I had some stupid conversation about how I was a horrible, insufferable snob.

i tried a few different types of 'real' oatmeal but it was too... rich? and too nutty and too chunky. the stuff i like is really bland and soft and mushy, with the merest hint of sweetness. it's nothing-food, which i love bc i don't have to think about it while i eat it.

what? even my dad can make regular oatmeal (which he does when my mom isn't around to cook him breakfast). I don't think i've ever had instant oatmeal.

the frozen corn thing - wtf? my mom would occasionally play little games to see whether she could sneak certain ingredients she liked but knew me and my dad weren't fond of into meals to see if we could detect them.

That's a very, very bad idea, because sometimes the reason why a kid doesn't like a food is that they are allergic to it.

Oh god, I *hated* that "you can't leave the table until you have eaten everything on your plate" thing. Like, way to give your child an eating disorder.

Most of the time, I was fine because I had a healthy appetite and would eat whatever, I was quite adventurous. But I would refuse, point blank, to eat fish. And I would refuse to eat it until bedtime. And the next morning that fish would be served for breakfast and I would refuse to eat it then.

But then my mum would give in and not make me eat the fish because going without breakfast was worse than not eating fish.

Then I turned out to actually have been allergic to fish all along so I was all nee-ner nee-ner.

ha! x-post to Christine. OTM.

there was a kid at my preschool who was allergic to strawberries - and i thought that was a really weird thing to be allergic to.

i was never made to clean my plate growing up - if i didn't like something or if i was full, i could stop eating. But, if this was at a restaurant, my mom would make me eat the "expensive part" - as in, "At least eat the rest of the shrimp, pasta is cheap."

my step mom once told me veal was chicken so I would eat it. She laughed at me when she told me the truth. Way to go, step-mom.

lol @ sarahel's mom. I like her style.

My mother-in-law used to be fanatical about getting my husband to eat oatmeal for breakfast each day. (This was during the first time she lived with us, about 15 years ago.) Eventually he snapped and said, "Oats, oats, oats! What am I, a horse?"

What was Dr Johnson's definition? Oats: fed to horses, cattle and the Scots?

as many problems as i had with my parents when i was growing up, even through my 20s - now i feel like i did pretty well in the parents department. it still bugs me the way they watch tv when i go there to visit (they still live in the same house i grew up in). I know i couldn't stay there for more than 2 days without going insane, and that is entirely due to past history and ingrained habits and responses - like some sort of specific antibodies i developed as a child/teenager. Like anyone else that was not raised by my parents would be like, "What's your problem? Why are you annoyed by this?"

My aunt once had a three-day standoff with my grandfather over uneaten oatmeal - and ultimately won - so my mom never pulled that move, also chemo made me a fussy eater who nevertheless liked vegetables so for a multitude of reasons I was never forced into a battle of wills over food, and I can pretty confidently say that I never heard my dad, my uncle or my grandfather a) call a woman fat/ugly for any reason b) say no to a malt or a milkshake - they are responsible for me having mad diner/soda fountain skills. LOL at sarahel - my mom has a version of that called the Meatectomy.

I loved breakfast cereal but we were emphatically not allowed 'sugar cereals' unless they came in one of those variety packs where there was 5 Cheerios/corn flakes options and one tiny box of Sugar Pops - which, obviously, my sister and I would practically have fistfights over. Food was kind of rationed for most of the time I was in high school because my mom was long-term sick and off work, so she'd buy things with specific meals in mind and we'd be in deep shit if we just ate something random out of the fridge or picked at something left-over. If there was six of an item, we'd get yelled at if we ate more than two. Up until I went off to college, my mom was a sugar policeman at home - no ready-made foods, no margarine or diet meals, no 'white trash' goods like Tang and Spaghettios or basically anything eaten in abundance at my grade-school best friend's house - but she would buy bakery-made brownies for 'treats' and make really good Scandinavian and spritz cookies for Christmas.

Once they were left to their own devices, my mom and sister started eating a load of crap. I came home to find Cheetos and Coco Pops at the top of a junk food mountain.

What was Dr Johnson's definition? Oats: fed to horses, cattle and the Scots?

That was before the days of steel-cut oats. If you try to grind oats like you would any other grain, you get something that cooks up into a disgusting clumpy mess.

beats and i have a good relationship. i dont like to cook and she doesnt like to eat. (xps)

I loved breakfast cereal but we were emphatically not allowed 'sugar cereals' unless they came in one of those variety packs where there was 5 Cheerios/corn flakes options and one tiny box of Sugar Pops - which, obviously, my sister and I would practically have fistfights over.

ME TOO! My mother - as some sort of educational activity - made a rule that i could only have cereal if sugar was not the first or second ingredient, except for those variety packs. Losing the variety pack lottery = having to eat the bran flakes.

One of the bad girls i was friends with in 2nd grade - her name was Amy - and her mom bought her & her sister Cookie Crisp. I thought that that must be what people from Soviet Bloc countries must feel like when they visit the West.