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When I was a teenager, my mom made some baked pasta and brought it with a 2 liter Pepsi to me while I was working on stage crew at the high school.

I took it up to the spot light booth and ate it.

When I got home she asked me how everyone liked it. I told her I ate it all. She said she made enough for the entire stage crew. I told her she was wrong, it was only enough for me.

I hit 6’4" tall when I was 14. At my lowest weight at that height, I was 165 pounds.

I wish I had been taught to eat a single serving, wait, and then eat more if necessary. It wouldn’t have made a difference at the times when I needed to eat like twelve people, but it would have made it easier to stop eating like twelve when I didn’t need to.

However, I’ve had smaller adults try to tell my kids that they were eating too much. How can you meet me, get a pain in your neck from looking up at me, and still think you understand how much my kids need to eat?

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Holytimes@sh.itjust.works ⁨5⁩ ⁨hours⁩ ago
God this was my brother, by 14 he was 6’1 at one point his growing pains where so bad that a doctor gave him fucking pain killers. And the good shit at that.

Not to mention the sheer glut of food he could eat. I was a highly active runner and still growing my self and God damn he could eat circles around me.

We would have lost the house if food costs what it does now back then. My poor mother.

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MentalEdge@sopuli.xyz ⁨10⁩ ⁨hours⁩ ago

I wish I had been taught to eat a single serving, wait, and then eat more if necessary.

My parents kinda did.

They did prevent us from eating more than about a plateful in one go, but it was never done in such a way so as to shame us.

If we were still hungry 15 minutes later, then yea have some more.

In the same vein, our parents made it a point that if we were hungry, we could eat. Wake up in the middle of the night hungry? No worries, fix yourself a sandwich or whatever else. They never, ever, shamed us for eating when hungry.

It was always “are you really still hungry” or “careful, too much too fast and you’ll feel like throwing up” and also “don’t forget to eat, I bet you’re hungry by now” when we got old enough to prepare meals for ourselves.

Food was never off limits at home, and the amounts were always about feeling good. Enough to be sated, not so much you felt sick.

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- tomkatt@lemmy.world ⁨9⁩ ⁨hours⁩ ago
  My wife and I have been working out and losing weight and now the question is “am I hungry, or is it lonely mouth?”
  
  Though I’m burning so many damned calories it’s usually I’m really hungry. 🥺
  
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  - mediOchre@sh.itjust.works ⁨8⁩ ⁨hours⁩ ago
    that coochiesabishii hits really hard sometimes though
    
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