Eat up, kid! Come on, get some food in you!

placidjackal36 said:Was your grandma some kind of wealthy socialite back in her heyday?

It's irrational. People tend to act completely irrational when they're in love.

Especially those grandmas who start acting crazy over some guy they've only met twice in their entire lives.😂

Robin Diaz4 said:This actually reminds me of something... my friend's mother is never pushy at all. If you tell her you don't want food, she just drops it, no questions asked. It's perfectly fine...
But then some guests came over who seemed to think it was totally normal to be badgered multiple times before finally agreeing to have a slice of cake.
She brought the dessert out to the table—just waiting for someone to grab a piece—and they all insisted they wouldn't, thank you very much. So, she just picked the tray right back up since nobody was interested...
You should have seen the sheer look of bewilderment on their faces... 🤣

hahhaha, it's always funny when people have such wildly different social rituals. 😁
Personally, I’d probably just leave the plate sitting there in case someone changes their mind, but I wouldn't play the "please, just one bite!" game either.

brighttiger41 said:Especially those grandmas who start acting crazy over some guy they've only met twice in their entire lives.😂

It's mostly just a sense of obligation at this point, though nothing really changes in the grand scheme of things.
Shut up and eat, then deal with the consequences later. 😬

placidjackal36 said:It's mostly just a sense of obligation at this point, though nothing really changes in the grand scheme of things.
Shut up and eat, then deal with the consequences later. 😬

hahhaha, come on, don't get all philosophical now😬

🙂

Betty Myers7 said:Wow, just how many pounds are we talking about then? 🤔

Man, I was just a kid back then, this was over 10 years ago... yeah, I was huge...

I was hanging out at my grandma's with my cousin (we're the same age), basically she was babysitting us...
...I was the chubby one so I wasn't allowed more than one slice of that pie, while my cousin was super skinny and could eat the whole damn thing...

Now that I'm basically anorexic... now everyone wants me to bulk up... but man, it's just not happening right now 🙂

placidjackal36 said:Was your grandma some kind of wealthy socialite back in her heyday?

It's irrational. People tend to act completely irrational when they're in love.

Nah, she lived out in the Midwest until she was about 16...
and after that, she was just scraping by in NYC, totally broke, struggling to make ends meet and all that stuff...

Anonymous said:That’s spot on. I remember my late grandmother talking about how food was always the main topic of conversation—which makes sense, given that hunger was a constant shadow during her childhood. She and one of her brothers were actually sent out to the Midwest as kids to find relief from the famine. She had better luck; she was taken in by a family in a small town and treated like one of their own. Her brother, on the other hand, really caught the short end of the stick. The family that took him in basically put him to work in a barn, making him toil away all day long.

I saw a documentary about that once. Most of the stories they shared were positive—at least in that specific program. One guy even mentioned he didn't want to go back home when his people came to fetch him. Why would he? He didn't have to work, there was plenty to eat... it sounds like he was living better than 90% of the population at the time.

I never dealt with anything like that, but my mother used to give me trouble sometimes—questioning why I wouldn't eat what everyone else was eating, or why I'd refuse certain things while she struggled to cook. Now? I just give her a cold look and tell her I'll eat when I'm hungry.

I forgot to mention—when I’m visiting someone and they start piling food on my plate, if I’m hungry—especially if the spread is actually decent—I eat. No hesitation, no pretending to be polite, no shame. I just eat like I’m sitting in my own kitchen back home. 😁

Are these psychology topics actually good?🙂

Some of my relatives seem to think being hospitable means badgering you twenty times to eat, and then they get all huffy and offended if you turn them down—honestly, why even invite people over if you aren't prepared for a polite "no"?😁

Jack Gomez19 said:Are these psychology topics actually good?🙂

Some of my relatives seem to think being hospitable means badgering you twenty times to eat, and then they get all huffy and offended if you turn them down—honestly, why even invite people over if you aren't prepared for a polite "no"?😁

Maybe they're just from the Midwest? That kind of thing is practically a local tradition there.

Since she’s from the Midwest, I haven't really given much thought to the specific customs, but honestly, all this insistence on them is getting a little annoying to me.

Matthew Castillo5 said:Maybe they're just from the Midwest? That kind of thing is practically a local tradition there.

I wouldn't turn down some Midwestern hospitality—not if they were offering up smoked sausage and other local delicacies. I'd probably ask if I could pack a little extra to take home. 😁

brighttiger41 said:hahhaha, come on, don't get all philosophical now😬

🙂

😠

mistyseal11 said:Man, I was just a kid back then, this was over 10 years ago... yeah, I was huge...

I was hanging out at my grandma's with my cousin (we're the same age), basically she was babysitting us...
...I was the chubby one so I wasn't allowed more than one slice of that pie, while my cousin was super skinny and could eat the whole damn thing...

Now that I'm basically anorexic... now everyone wants me to bulk up... but man, it's just not happening right now 🙂

Nah, she lived out in the Midwest until she was about 16...
and after that, she was just scraping by in NYC, totally broke, struggling to make ends meet and all that stuff...

What I meant was, maybe she didn't exactly adore you back then, but hey, you're saying you were heavy. Sounds like you had a sensible grandma...

Or you're just making up stories about the sunce. 🙂

Matthew Castillo5 said:Maybe they're just from the Midwest? That kind of thing is practically a local tradition there.

I think that's just a "tradition" in pretty much any rural area.

placidjackal36 said:😠

What I meant was, maybe she didn't exactly adore you back then, but hey, you're saying you were heavy. Sounds like you had a sensible grandma...

Or you're just making up stories about the sunce. 🙂

I think that's just a "tradition" in pretty much any rural area.

Man, I only hold a grudge against her because I'm dealing with all these issues today trying to drop weight... partly just so I can finally smash those killer pies without feeling like crap afterward...

Back in the day, like ten years ago, I actually weighed more than I do now... honestly, I’m basically back to the same weight I was around fifth grade, give or take a year...

So, here I am again, dealing with what feels like the 1,347th round of the nightly "just eat something" torture session. Honestly, last night I finally decided to pull the trigger and start using the old "ignore it" technique. It’s like when someone keeps trying to sell you a subscription you don't want—you just have to stop engaging. The first time they ask, I’m perfectly polite about it: "No thanks, I already ate," or "I'm just not hungry right now." But then comes the relentless pressure... the "why not?", the "just take a bite," the "come on, please," the endless "eat, eat, eat!" So, I just went totally silent. Total radio silence. And honestly? It worked like a charm. They only pushed three more times before they finally threw in the towel and admitted defeat.😁

Brenda Sanders46 said:So, here I am again, dealing with what feels like the 1,347th round of the nightly "just eat something" torture session. Honestly, last night I finally decided to pull the trigger and start using the old "ignore it" technique. It’s like when someone keeps trying to sell you a subscription you don't want—you just have to stop engaging. The first time they ask, I’m perfectly polite about it: "No thanks, I already ate," or "I'm just not hungry right now." But then comes the relentless pressure... the "why not?", the "just take a bite," the "come on, please," the endless "eat, eat, eat!" So, I just went totally silent. Total radio silence. And honestly? It worked like a charm. They only pushed three more times before they finally threw in the towel and admitted defeat.😁

You're making great progress. Pretty soon you'll get it down to just once. You've got this. 😁

Honestly, you just gotta be straight with people—tell them it's not great because it was poorly made 😁 then they probably won't bother offering you anything ever again 🤣

that whole section could get pretty messy if you're dealing with people who happen to be your parents
🙂

mistyseal11 said:Man, I only hold a grudge against her because I'm dealing with all these issues today trying to drop weight... partly just so I can finally smash those killer pies without feeling like crap afterward...

Back in the day, like ten years ago, I actually weighed more than I do now... honestly, I’m basically back to the same weight I was around fifth grade, give or take a year...

Honestly, looking at those numbers doesn't tell you much. Here's the thing: anorexia isn't defined by how much you weigh; it's about your headspace and your relationship with food. It's become this weird modern trend where we label skinny people as having eating disorders while making excuses for overweight people by blaming "metabolic issues." That's just a byproduct of our culture today—the media pumps out this filtered, unrealistic image of perfection that has absolutely nothing to do with having a healthy, well-proportioned body.

My mother is a classic Midwesterner at heart; back when my grandparents were still around and we’d make those trips out there, the conversation almost always gravitated toward one thing—exactly what was on the menu and when everyone was eating, stretching from lunch today to tomorrow and the day after, indefinitely.
Since I transitioned to being a vegetarian (it's been years now, though I suppose you can imagine how that sits with people from the Midwest), Mom has fully embraced it. Even now, whenever I go to visit, she practically nudges me with an entire spread prepared just for me, albeit entirely meat-free. Some things truly never change. It’s the same with my aunt; when she takes over the kitchen, it feels less like a standard Tuesday dinner and more like some elaborate, high-end catered event... she’s actually gotten quite skilled at it, pivoting from her usual meat and fish dishes to whipping up three or four different gourmet delicacies specifically for my sister and me, since we both follow a vegetarian diet.
Most of the time, we end up heading home with our cars packed with bags overflowing with food (because, naturally, there is always an endless surplus).
Personally, I’ve never found it bothersome; if anything, I find it quite touching when someone goes out of their way to care for you, especially when they put effort into cooking meals you can actually eat despite them not sharing those dietary habits themselves.
In the end, I suppose it all serves as a profound expression of genuine attention and love.

placidjackal36 said:Honestly, looking at those numbers doesn't tell you much. Here's the thing: anorexia isn't defined by how much you weigh; it's about your headspace and your relationship with food. It's become this weird modern trend where we label skinny people as having eating disorders while making excuses for overweight people by blaming "metabolic issues." That's just a byproduct of our culture today—the media pumps out this filtered, unrealistic image of perfection that has absolutely nothing to do with having a healthy, well-proportioned body.

Man, tell me about it... I used to be overweight, so back then I wasn't even allowed more than one tiny little bite...

And obviously, I wanted way more than that... so I figured, hey, let me drop some weight so I can finally go ham on some dessert...

Now my grandma would bake me any kind of cake, pastry, or sweet imaginable—hell, she'd make me a full-on feast—just because she wants to see me actually eating something...

The human psyche is just messed up, seriously.