Are you a member of the “Clean Plate Club”?
Posted by isla_is@reddit | GenX | View on Reddit | 223 comments
Yeah. You know the one. Did your parents keep you at the table until your plate was clear? How did this affect you? What is your relationship with food like?
virtualadept@reddit
They did. And it gave me a very unhealthy relationship with food.
isla_is@reddit (OP)
Same. Constant battle.
virtualadept@reddit
To this day.
sbb214@reddit
Yes and also a member of the "No-thank-you-helping" subcommittee
ParsnipDecent6530@reddit
My mom made me a clean plate club card, different colored markers on a 3x5 card.
It also gave me an incredibly unhealthy relationship with food.
isla_is@reddit (OP)
Wow. That’s next level unhealthy.
OldBanjoFrog@reddit
With the Catholic guilt that was thrust on me, yes. I still feel anxious if my plate is not cleaned.
AbsintheMindedFL@reddit
Absolutely. And I live with someone who leaves food on the plate. The waste drive same insane.
boatoke@reddit
I cannot stand the waste either, and will eat all the leftovers over days.
AbsintheMindedFL@reddit
I'm the same way.
writergeek@reddit
I got the same portion size as my dad and my older brother. Wasn’t allowed to leave until I had a clean plate. As a young girl, and now as a woman, I’ve had massive struggles with my weight. Ironically, the most judgment, ridicule, and shame has come from my mom and family.
boatoke@reddit
100% used to be. I used to be a bit picky when it came to veggies. Only learned to enjoy veggies in my 30s. But one thing I can tell you is I don't eat my food I inhale my food. Now in my later years I've had to learn to stop when I'm not exactly full as the weight gain was getting out of hand.
SillyStudent5618@reddit
Still am haha
Wisco1856@reddit
Take what you want, but eat what you take.
Rey_Mezcalero@reddit
Thank you.
Wasting food is vogue now but still not for me
ancientastronaut2@reddit
Yes they sure did. Several times I fell asleep there while they watched tv in the next room. They'd even turn the kitchen light out. At some point in the middle of the night, my dad would finally put me to bed. It was torture. To this day, I will not eat yams, trout, liver, or lima beans. Those were the things that literally made me gag and I refused to eat.
Fun-Obligation7836@reddit
I say for about an hour, refusing to eat the liver. Good thing Rocky, the dog was on the floor! 😋
Marino325@reddit
Still am, unfortunately
sevenselevens@reddit
Uh no, I’m a girl. We were members of the “You’re not eating all that, are you?” Club.
Novel_Willingness721@reddit
Nope.
All they ever asked was that I try all foods on my plate.
That said I was never a picky eater so my plate was usually clean anyway unless I was truly full.
gumbloid@reddit
The rule at our dinner table: unless the food triggers a gag reflex, you eat it. I hated peas, but got around it by swallowing them with gulps of milk. Luckily, our portions were not that large, so it wasn't difficult to clean our plates with very little waste.
FAx32@reddit
Absolutely. My WW2 vet grandparents, all adults during the Great Depression taught their late Silent Gen kids to pretty much lick their plates clean which got passed on to my brothers and I. You only took what you could reasonably eat, you can always take seconds if still hungry, and you eat it all.
My wife's family was the polar opposite and it took me years (probably still not over it) to be able to tolerate the food waste of dishing up massive portions and then throwing half of it away. My kids do this, but as they have moved out they have seen the economic value of not being "allergic to leftovers" (they grew up thinking food is spoiled once served).
Historical_Bath_9854@reddit
Nope.
RustySilver42@reddit
Yeah. We were forced to sit at the table until bedtime or we ate it. Whichever came first. We were threatened with having it for breakfast if we didn't finish.
"Clean your plate" would have been fine if we were allowed to serve ourselves. But we were not. Mom determined how much we were served.
I have never, ever liked sweet with my savory. I really don't eat much sweets. Mom was a big fan of sweet glaze on ham. So every time we had ham, I cried and gagged my way through it so I didn't have to have it for breakfast.
Her Mom was the same way. But she would also tell you that you were fat and then ask if she could make you something.
They had me absolutely convinced that I had been fat all my life.
It was a shock when my cousin found some old pictures and posted them. I was a bean pole.
I'm fat now. But I have a lot of things wrong with me that were pretty rare and no one connected the dots. So I got the wrong treatments for years.
But that's a different story for a different day.
As far as this conversation goes, I often feel the need to finish my plate. But I'm pretty good at stopping when I am full. It's harder at restaurants like others have mentioned.
NYC-WhWmn-ov50@reddit
Man do I relate to this! My whole childhood my mom's family told me i ate too much and wad fat. I battled with my weight every day. Now I look at those photos aand think 'That kid is NOT fat, but thanks for making food mt greatest enemt!!'
RustySilver42@reddit
Yep!
macchareen@reddit
My husband’s family was clean plate club, I was raised to leave a bite for Miss Manners.
85OhLife@reddit
My Dad tried to make us all members and my mom was so against it 🤣 we talked about it a lot at the dinner table growing up
ExquisitePreamble@reddit
Very similar for me. My dad’s childhood food insecurity versus my mom’s eating disorder
SameDimension1204@reddit
I was and I still finish everything on my plate. Gained lots of weight. Had to learn to say no to food. It is a completely different mindset. Now, I just remove excess food from my plate before I eat. This way I am eating what my body needs, clean the plate and stopped gaining weight
Tripswitchnow@reddit
Not anymore. Now I’m a member of the GLP-1 Club.
Cute_Doughnut_7739@reddit
Used to be but not anymore.
nojam75@reddit
And now a member of the T2 club.
DasArtmab@reddit
Former card carrying member. Now I split entrees with my spouse at restaurants
UnicornFarts1111@reddit
My sister and her husband split a half rack of ribs at Chilis. They went out of town for the day and her husband told me to take the leftover ribs in the fridge when I stopped in to check in on their dogs. Apparently, they gave them a full rack. I went home with a half rack of ribs myself that day and got two more meals out of them.
Airlik@reddit
I was, and still am, at home. Don’t take more than you can eat. At restaurants, after moving to the US, where portion sizes are massive, I had to learn to be ok with leaving food on the plate after gaining 10 lbs in fairly short order trying to eat everything on my plate.
Relationship with food? Cooking is my fav hobby. I can spend a day in the kitchen and feel content.
BlueButtons07@reddit
We didn't have to clean out plates...but we had to try a bite of the main dish, and eat as many pieces of vegetables as how we were old. This standoff was usually about creamed peas or corn. I hated the texture ...so I was usually sitting at the table long after everyone was done.
wezelboy@reddit
Sheriff John is more of a boomer thing I think.
When I was a kid, if my dad finished eating before me, he'd start eating what was on my plate. I eat ridiculously fast now.
isla_is@reddit (OP)
Sheriff John?
wezelboy@reddit
Sheriff John had a kids TV show in the 50's and 60's and he may have invented the "Clean Plate Club"
Agitated-Canary9840@reddit
My mom (who was raised by a depression era mother) was a clean plate member but swore never to do that to me thank goodness.
FoolishFriend0505@reddit
Yes. I did win some battles where there were foods I just didn't like. But, I was expected to eat everything else put on my plate. I struggle today with leaving food go to waste. Especially when dining out, portions have increased in size and I still feel guilty leaving anything on my plate.
We were poor growing up but my parents always made sure we had food needs and other necessities met. They grew up when there were times there was no dinner to be had.
I understand their POV because they had a different childhood experience than I did.
1989DiscGolfer@reddit
My mid-'70s nursery school would spank if you didn't clean your plate. Also for everything else too.
Since I'm a natural-born pig, the plate cleaning thing wasn't an issue for me, but I saw lots of others take a spanking rather than eat what they had. I got hit, however, for being in the room when somebody else talked during nap time and the lady went up and down the lines of cots swatting random kids hoping to get the one who did. Oh, and when they made us boys stand two or three to a toilet to pee, and one of them sprayed me on purpose, I got swatted on the shoulder with a rolled-up newspaper for wetting myself, even though it was the kid across from me who did it and they wouldn't believe me.
A wonderful place, and very very religious on top of that. I still wince every time I hear "Jesus Loves Me" being sung...
isla_is@reddit (OP)
That’s very sad. I’m sorry you had that horrible experience.
1989DiscGolfer@reddit
Thanks for that. It's probably par for the course back then. I'm sure I'm not alone in that sort of experience.
moonarc23@reddit
We called it a “society” - my mom was a debutante.
Little-Efficiency336@reddit
You ate every bite or you were at that table all night.
keke-WinnieBean@reddit
Did we have the same parents?!?
wtfnevermind@reddit
Yes and also shamed for my weight, at the same time.
isla_is@reddit (OP)
Right! Such a bad discipline
SinamonChallengerRT@reddit
Nope. I'm Gen X. Our parents didn't give a shit.
"Food is on the table, eat it or don't. I'm going upstairs to watch Wheel of Fortune..."
blueboatmich66@reddit
Not me. My husband is member.
PrimaryFriend7867@reddit
my parents grew up during war. they never forced me to clean my plate—that restriction was self imposed. generational trauma/epigenetics are real.
Roddy_Piper2000@reddit
Directly contributed to obesity
worrymon@reddit
"If you don't like it, just quietly push it to the side and don't eat it. If you say 'it's gross,' you have to eat it all."
Sometimes I stop eating when there's enough for leftovers, sometimes I don't. If there's an ingredient in a dish that I don't like (like red peppers), I'll pick them out and put them on the edge of the plate. What doesn't get eaten or saved gets thrown away.
I'm not going to make myself uncomfortable over Depression-era attitudes.
User47B@reddit
Yes. I don’t think it impacted my relationship with food … but I never made my kids clean their plates and adopted the “try one bite and you can say no thank you if you don’t like it” shtick. I also never served them their most hated foods - they are both pretty adventurous eaters, but also have a couple of foods that absolutely do not like and I respect that …
WingZombie@reddit
I was. I was also 340lbs when i graduated high school. Spent my entire life battling my weight until 2.5 years ago when I decided I had to make a change. I dropped 110lbs, and at 52 I’m in the best shape of my life. It makes me both happy and sad. Happy that I’m taking care of myself and sad that I waited this long to do it.
isla_is@reddit (OP)
Congratulations! That’s a major accomplishment! What did you do to lose the weight?
WingZombie@reddit
Thank you. I was a little ways out from my 50th and had a heart to heart with my doctor. I had made it this far in life with no prescriptions but my blood pressure was borderline and I was 294lbs. He said “ok, if you want to try and stay off meds you’ve got 6 months to lose 25lbs. Come back and see me and if you haven’t done that we need to consider medication”.
I had just done some reading and leaned that the average person underestimates their caloric intake by 30-50%. So, with that knowledge I decided I needed to be brutally honest with myself and start weighing and measuring every single thing I ate. No more estimates. This was eye opening and once I really understood what I was consuming, the next steps were obvious. I also step on the scale every day. I know this can be counter productive for some but it’s what I need to do for accountability. Weightloss is all about what you eat…you can’t outwork a bad diet. That was 2.5 years ago and I’m currently maintaining at 185lbs. I move better, hurt less and feel better. I just had spine surgery, but this summer the focus will shift to building muscle.
Added note that my wife has lost 70lbs and we’ve both been maintaining for about the past year.
isla_is@reddit (OP)
Congratulations! Great job losing weight and working with your partner to be healthier! That’s a fantastic accomplishment. You should be really proud of that.
Apprehensive_Gap1055@reddit
I hated vegetables and found a little hidden ledge under our table, stuffing it every chance I could. Then one day my mom called me and said “you’ll never guess what I found today”. I knew instantly it was my vegetables
SenatorBeers@reddit
I’d never join any club that would have me for a member.
I eat the food I want to the amount I want.
Ididnotpostthat@reddit
Lean plate club turned into Human garbage disposal when I had my own family. Thankfully they broke the cycle , but mine got worse as I extended clean plate club to their plates.
X-Bones_21@reddit
No, I’ve learned a while ago that cleaning your plate is not a healthy relationship with food. I eat until I’m sated, and then stop.
Phlink75@reddit
Parents = No. Hunger = yes
Shit, i was lucky to have a full plate at times.
I ate it all because I didnt know when or where the next meal was coming from.
X-Bones_21@reddit
Oh, I’m so sorry that you had that kind of upbringing. My mother did as well, and it caused her to have some eating disorders into adulthood. Hunger is a more prevalent problem than most westerners realize…. Especially among children.
Chibi-Skyler@reddit
Mom was a fabulous cook, so it was never an issue.
Grandmother was an awesome cook, too, but if I ate at her house, she was passing plates and felt I didn't take enough green beans, peas, etc., she'd put more on my plate than I would've.🤣
Federal-Membership-1@reddit
I was. I can't keep it up.
Beauphedes_Knutz@reddit
No but I'm a card carrying member of the "Take It Or Leave It" club. I left plenty of disgusting meals. Liver & onions, tuna casserole, my birth forge's bland "Italian" food.
MargaerySchrute@reddit
Yes and now I have gastroperesis as a result.
pepsi-perfect@reddit
I’m a member, and distinctly remember being left at the table until I finished my food.
So much shit ended up on my neighbours roof that I turfed to empty my plate 🤣🤣🤣
Good memories 😂
isla_is@reddit (OP)
How did you get it from your dining table to the neighbors roof?
pepsi-perfect@reddit
Sliding door next to the table, that led straight into our back yard, I’d lob (throw) the food on the neighbours roof!! They were closely built houses so as a kid it wasn’t hard, I just wanted to leave the table 😂 and it was things like broccoli, sausages, tuna patties…
The birds must have had a field day!! 🤣😂🤣 like I said it brings back good memories as I felt like a king leaving the table - my I’m not eating that could last hours… so I was often left at the table only own!
kat_storm13@reddit
I was a slow eater as a kid anyway, but I was even slower on fish night. The dog sure appreciated it lol
pepsi-perfect@reddit
Hahahah!!
brezhnervouz@reddit
"Think of the starving children in India!"
isla_is@reddit (OP)
My parents always called out china, for whatever reason.
thejohnykat@reddit
If o had a Time Machine, I’d teach my younger self to respond with, “name two.”
A_Tom_McWedgie@reddit
I was.
Not anymore. The portions in restaurants these days are disgusting.
I’m so sick of having my “side” of fries arrive and it’s a 4,000 calorie mound.
isla_is@reddit (OP)
Right?! I really dislike this part of eating out. I would rather pay less for a realistic, single portion with no leftovers.
wdatkinson@reddit
No, but I became adept at hiding vegetable medley in my empty milk carton.
For us, "If you have a clean plate, you may go," was the recess preamble.
isla_is@reddit (OP)
Vegetable medley 🤢 once my brother saw me heading back with my tray with the dreaded vegetable medley on it. I knew as soon as I saw him he was going to tell my mom. Yep got in trouble for that one.
AuntJibbie@reddit
Yep. Gramma always told me to clean my plate because there were starving kids in China.
CoverCommercial3576@reddit
nope
archedhighbrow@reddit
Yes. I served my own portions.
bike619@reddit
Yeah… and it’s why I have elevated A1C. Thanks mom and dad!
fridayimatwork@reddit
Yes but luckily I had a ravenous beagle who would gobble down peas and anything else I hated
plumbusinsuranceltd@reddit
Oh yes, Great Depression trauma transfer much successful.
Sagecreekrob@reddit
Still eat what I least like first, leaving the good stuff for the end.
cowbutt6@reddit
I used to be, but only if a) I'm enjoying it and b) I'm hungry. If I'm not hungry enough to clean my plate these days, I'll prioritise eating the veg and protein, and leave (some of) the carbs.
Crafty_Pineapple_562@reddit
Yep for about 40yrs and have had hollow legs all this time too. 215# with 15%bf
cristarain@reddit
As the daughter of a mom who was fat-phobic, I was a member of the 10% Club….always leave 10% left on the plate.
mmmmmarty@reddit
Nope. "Eat only what you want." I think that's why I weigh 135 and the rest of the family is obese.
imrzzz@reddit
I'm with you. I think it's a waste of food to overeat.
Leftovers can be another meal, or recycled in compost, or just be a good lesson in portion planning for next time
mmmmmarty@reddit
Chickens love leftovers and I love my chickens.
temerairevm@reddit
Hell no. My parents tried that shit but I’m very stubborn. I would sit there until 10PM.
Turns out I learned much later that I actually had a medical problem that made overeating VERY uncomfortable and also certain foods made me feel ill. So trying to force me to eat was basically child abuse.
Sea-Wave9114@reddit
If you didn't finish your plate, it was waiting for you at the next meal.
Sufficient-Pin-481@reddit
“Think of the starving kids in Ethiopia, now eat your peas!”
Apprehensive_Glove_1@reddit
We had a booth growing up, and I'd always sit in the corner. The seats lifted for storage, but nobody ever went that far in. All my peas, for years, went into that space under the corner seat.
In all fairness, The Hulk was about to come on the first time I did this. I couldn't miss THAT.
hwc@reddit
every day.
my father taught me to safe my bread for last and use it to mop up all of the sauce so you waste less food.
my wife (a millennial) thinks I'm crazy.
hu_gnew@reddit
As the youngest of seven kids cleaning my plate was a survival strategy.
Consistent_Cook9957@reddit
Sadly, yes. Unfortunately, it even extends to myself helping finish what’s left on my wife’s plate, but only in restaurants.
BANGImportant2825@reddit
Yes. It gave me another disordered eating habit.
Bearmancartoons@reddit
Was able to burn off the calories younger…not so much after college so had to learn portions
Distinct_Magician713@reddit
No. My parents rightfully knew that's how you get fat and develop an unhealthy relationship with food.
LongOrganic4933@reddit
Yes
memeof1@reddit
I am not, my husband is.
MienaLovesCats@reddit
Thankfully no; just the 3 bite club.
FlippingPossum@reddit
Not as a kid. Not as an adult.
There are times when the food is so good that I overdo it. 😆
CountHonorius@reddit
I try to be, even at restaurants.
thetrickstergib@reddit
Yup.
And it for sure affects my weight as I should really only eat what I need. Not what I’m served these days.
I have to really watch what I eat to keep my weight in check.
melty75@reddit
Yep, wasn't allowed to leave the table until my plate was cleared. Especially if eating at my grandparents, then my parents and grandparents would both get in on the enforcement. To this day, I can't eat egg salad sandwiches because of cold eggs. Makes me gag.
CreepyGirl1@reddit
No.
_Norfolk_Ingway_@reddit
I was. I still clean my plate now, even when I’ve been given too much and am uncomfortably full. I hate wasting food
Confident-Silver-271@reddit
I was. Except for liver 🤢
TheMiloG@reddit
Yes! Had to join when I ate at my grandparents.
vargo911@reddit
Mother - You are not going outside till that plate is cleared. (Speed Eat) Then run out side to play...
Even today I eat way too fast for no reason.
weirdinchicago@reddit
My mother was a terrible cook, and I had to be forced to eat what was put in front of me most of the time. I developed poor eating habits as a result having to eat a lot of takeout and processed foods. My wife had to talk me into eating home made stuff because my experiences with my moms cooking traumatized me. I gradually learned to trust that my wife was a way better cook than my mom and meals that were the bane of my existence are now my favorites.
TowelFine6933@reddit
"Traumatized"?
Bruh.
Odd-Comfortable-6134@reddit
I am a proud tittynoper.
The number of times I had to sit at the table until every bite was eaten was multiple times a week. I’d sit there until bedtime.
I’d eat until I was so full that my stomach hurt and eating another bite would mean losing my entire dinner. That was the best I could do.
NYC-WhWmn-ov50@reddit
The mantra of my childood was, 'Take what you want but eat what you take.'
no-long-boards@reddit
Culturally we never eat everything on the plate. It means that the host (or mom) did not give you enough food.
LaLaLaDooo@reddit
If we did that, my southern grandmother would have silently wept every night after dinner.
wazzockAbroad@reddit
Still am and I think it's very unhealthy.
probridgedweller@reddit
Clean plate or get beat club \~ yes
Anonymo123@reddit
sorta.. def part of the "say something stupid and get hit with a spoon across the knuckles club", but that isn't as catchy a phrase.
no-long-boards@reddit
We got poked with a fork for lippy talk at the table.
Duran518@reddit
I was a member. I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with food. I always feel guilty for not eating everything on my plate. I still to this day remember my mother not letting me get up from the table. Even today, I still look at my food and think” why do I have to eat it”? It’s messed up.
BlindGuy68@reddit
my parents use to say " take it or leave it "
SadCheesecake2539@reddit
Card carrying member
keirmeister@reddit
I was a picky eater as a kid, often preferring to “eat in sections,” as my mom called. Essentially, if there were multiple things on my plate, I would eat one, then move to the next. If I didn’t like something (or didn’t want to finish it) I moved on and wouldn’t return to it. Sometimes I would be so picky that I would take small parts of a section that I liked and leave the rest. The joke in my family was that when I was done eating, the plate would appear to have MORE food on it than when I started.
lesh17@reddit
My grandparents, Depression/WWII era, always called it a “Victory Plate”. I was always extra-motivated to finish everything from that.
isla_is@reddit (OP)
Apparently the concept was conceived during WWII to save meats and other high energy food for the troops.
F_is_for_Ducking@reddit
As I sit here with an overly full stomach? Yes.
isla_is@reddit (OP)
Same
thisthingwecalllife@reddit
Thankfully, my parents didn't push it with "clean plates" but made sure we were fed or at least tried something new. Now, my husband's family, giant yes. They irritate the shit out of me with making comments about who cleans their plate or not (my husband was the first grandchild and his mom was really young so his closest aunts took part in raising him). I didn't grow up having someone critique my dinner plate like they do and they most definitely will give someone an ED.
gonzo_thegreat@reddit
I always had issues with irrational rules, so I rebelled hard on this. I've since made sure my kids knew they should not eat past being full.
NashvilleTypewriter@reddit
Lol, the image OP posted is a business logo for a catering company in Nashville. But yes, I was raised to eat what was on your plate.
Source - I worked there
isla_is@reddit (OP)
lol. Was just trying to add more interest to the post. Better with a picture.
Independentfairy@reddit
Not by my parents, but the neighbour lady (and her massively overweight kids, now obese adults) my mom sent me to for lunch on a regular basis. Gave me a weird ED, I usually have to leave something uneaten on a plate, even if it's just the last bite of anything, I can"t eat it, my throat closes up, I feel like throwing up just thinking about eating that last bit. It got better with time but still...
Taskerst@reddit
Yeah, my parents grew up poor and we also struggled at times so we were guilted into eating everything. It still happens to this day, and I’m even pressured into seconds or more. Like even seconds of dessert, multiple slices of pie and if you don’t indulge then you’re rejecting their love. Truly toxic behavior.
isla_is@reddit (OP)
Yes. very.
Defiant_Print_2114@reddit
Was at Bobs Furniture last month, and noticed the new farmhouse style dining tables have drawers on the side that open. One even had compartments on each end that the table top actually opened.
Immediately my 7 year old self popped up and asked “Where was this when we were a kid!” Lol
Sunday dinners at grandmas often involved stringy yucky pot roast. Everyone would be getting ready to leave, and I’d still be sitting there! Nope!
These days I’m almost never full. Hmm. Think I’ll get a snack…
isla_is@reddit (OP)
lol! Yeah, every kid in America would end up putting something they didn’t want to eat in those drawers.
earinsound@reddit
my brother would sit in the dark over a full plate of food that he refused to eat
isla_is@reddit (OP)
Yep. Me too. I remember my parents and my brothers off watching tv for hours after dinner while I sat at the table not eating.
dewihafta@reddit
My mil and i have this argument constantly.
My dad was a member; my mom not so much, but she did have a very unhealthy relationship with food.
After my mom passed away, I developed an eating disorder. It took a few years of therapy at a clinic specializing in ed treatment to regain equilibrium and stop gaining weight. These days, Im losing the weight little by little, but Im very much aware of how i feel when eating, and when i should stop so i dont feel uncomfortable or make myself sick.
My mil is a proud member of the clean plate club, and sometimes this comes up when we’re all eating together. (We share dinner on sunday nights on a weekly basis, as she lives pretty close.) Our teen is a human hoover at this point, and never had trouble eating veggies or anything like that. Still, she’ll get on this topic sometimes and tells him he needs to finish his food if he leaves a bit. She loves to brag about how she was always a “good girl who cleans her plate.”
I will literally talk over her and tell him to just eat until hes had enough.
Sorry/not sorry. My family didnt spend thousands in therapy bills so that my kid can end up with a fucked up food relationship.
DerDoppelganger70@reddit
Morai ai!
UnicornFarts1111@reddit
My dad was the clean plate parent. My mom countered this with smaller portions for us kids. If we wanted more after we cleaned our plates the first time we were allowed to have more. I was just glad that mom made sure there was not too much to start with.
There was one incident though that changed things for me slightly. Mom made stewed tomatoes (I don't like tomatoes, it is a texture thing). Her making stewed tomatoes consisted in her taking a can of whole peeled or crushed tomatoes, putting them in a pan with white bread and heating it up.
I ate everything on my plate. I told her if ate the tomatoes, I would puke. She did not believe me. She found out that she was wrong when everything I had just eaten ended up on the kitchen table.
She never made stewed tomatoes again and I never had to eat anything I didn't like again.
isla_is@reddit (OP)
Yeah. Tomatoes are often too acidic for sensitive little kids.
likewhenyoupee@reddit
I still eat every grain of rice on my plate. How do you get them when there’s less than a forkful on the plate you ask? With the tines of the fork. Otherwise you aren’t leaving the table
Downtown_Anteater_38@reddit
No, I spent many a night confined to the dinner table, a slowly congealing plate of food in front of me, waiting for me to either eat, or fall asleep at the table, at which point I would be sent to bed victorious, but hungry. If my grandmother was visiting she would sneak in with better food and eat whatever nasty thing I was refusing.
She got caught though, which led to a huge argument, and more or less permanent estrangement. I found out later that it was part of a long campaign to alienate me from my parents and curry my favor as the oldest grandson.
She was a fucked up bitch (I got the stories later,) and when she finally died at age 98, no one was sad. She cut me out of the will for being a homosexual, so the oldest grandson status wound up counting for nothing anyway.
GroovyGmaIvy@reddit
Yes. I was only allowed to eat three meals a day and no snacks. Also no sugar. We were allowed to have Kool-Aid but the only sweetener we could put in a 2 quart container was two packets of Equal.
isla_is@reddit (OP)
🤢
GroovyGmaIvy@reddit
I joined the Navy and got to enjoy bug juice. It had enough sugar for all that Kool-Aid that I drank as a child.
BluesGraveller@reddit
I wasn't in the military, so had to look that up. Apparently it was a potent sugary beverage and because of its high citric and ascorbic acid content, the powdered version of the drink was used to polish brass and strip paint. I can only imagine what that stuff did to your stomach lining. But at least you were never in danger of getting scurvy!
GroovyGmaIvy@reddit
I never saw anybody actually use it as a cleaner, but I was medical staff so it’s possible I just wasn’t exposed to it.
BluesGraveller@reddit
Did you med staff folks have a lot of crew in for upset stomachs, ulcers, that sort of thing?
GroovyGmaIvy@reddit
Generally, the crew is healthy. When I was on board ship, we had a crew of 1500 people, 50-50 male/female. we had one man on daily blood pressure medicine and a few people on special migraine medication, but that was about it. We saw lots of constipation, lots of upper respiratory infections, lots of work injuries, a few pregnancies. We also had malingerers…and a clap line.
BluesGraveller@reddit
Ok, I was just curious if the bug juice might have irritated some people's stomachs. That's a lot of acid. But I imagine most of the crew were young and invincible. Dang, the pregnancies thing. That would be...awkward I think.
GroovyGmaIvy@reddit
Only if they were married…
BluesGraveller@reddit
Grape and fruit punch were my favorites. And don't spare the sugar.
FriendRaven1@reddit
Jeez yes. We were too fucking poor and throwing out any food was forbidden.
40 years later and I'll still stuff in whatever's on my plate. Can't help it.
DooDooCat@reddit
I was 5 or 6 when mother once made me clean my plate of pickled beets. I barfed those disgusting purple beets all over the dining table. She never made me clean my plate ever again. To this day I cannot stand the smell of those damn things.
ItsmeMr_E@reddit
Seefood. I see food, I eat food.
I grew up poor, refusing to eat or whining I wanted something else was a luxury me and my siblings didn't have.
No I'm not obese, nore do I have any eating disorders.
Bug_Calm@reddit
Not after trying repeatedly to make me eat liver was such a huge failure.
drumming4coffee@reddit
Yes and No.
Yes, I’m a member of the clean plate club, but not because my parents made me eat. It’s because when I left home at 17, I couldn’t afford good food. I went a couple years where money was so tight, box Mac n cheese was out of the question because I couldn’t afford to buy milk or butter.
Now that I can afford to eat reasonably well, I don’t leave a crumb behind.
My kids? Picky AF 🫤.
R86Reddit@reddit
Oh my goodness gracious yes. Especially at a restaurant, the rule was "you order it, you eat it."
SFHChi@reddit
Heck yes.
MaxwellHauser67@reddit
Indeed I was, and still am!
Acceptable_Stop2361@reddit
Not strictly but once I was old enough to serve myself, about 5 or 6, the rule was if you took it out and put it on your plate then I had to finish it. I learned quickly to take little portions and not let my eyes overload my stomach. On the foods I didn't much like but was good for me I was required to at least try a bite.
filledoux@reddit
Yes.
str4wberryp0undcak3@reddit
Yes, but now I have tried hard to reprogram my husband and myself from being forced to finish.
Twisted_lurker@reddit
It contributed to my obesity. GLPs are helping me overcome it.
It actually wasn’t a factor growing up because we just put the amount of food we wanted on our plate, except at rare restaurant. Now I’m at restaurants all the time.
cakevictim@reddit
Same here, I never went hungry and somehow that led to never feeling full later on
LHCThor@reddit
Yep. I grew up poor and there wasn’t enough food to around. So nothing went to waste. Never leave food in my plate.
I wish I could control my portions better. I need to lose a few pounds.
sillvrdollr@reddit
If we got close to a clean plate, mom would nag us to have more. But we never had the clean plate tyranny. We did have the “TRY IT!!!” bullshit, though, and we’d be forced to take a bite of everything, even food they knew we hated
nobody2008@reddit
I hate wasting food, even a grain of rice. If a guest leaves behind portion of their food on their plate, they are not welcome anymore. I don't care if it's a cultural thing, I don't give a crap about hungry children in Africa either. I have worked hard to buy and prepare that food, and it should be respected.
lht79@reddit
I stopped dating a guy who did this - I hate wasting food, but don’t get all foreboding when I cooked- 🙄
BluesGraveller@reddit
Would love to have done battle with you as my mum when I was a child. You seem a worthy adversary.
Ok-Entertainment5045@reddit
Sat at the table one night until bed because I wouldn’t eat my green beans. Definitely clean my plate now and have a few extra pounds to show it
lht79@reddit
Did that with spinach lasagna- guess who now loves spinach in most forms? Was an early rebel.
purplishfluffyclouds@reddit
Liver and onions here. (Never ate them, not even after an hour in the dark, lol)
Catnip_75@reddit
No, funny enough my mom never did and we didn’t make our kids either.
But food issues arose from my childhood trauma.
Cake_Donut1301@reddit
Courtesy of my grandmother.
thegreatgatsB70@reddit
Not any more. I stop eating when I am full. When a young person has to clean their plate it makes sense, but only if they are active. Cleaning your plate as an adult means portion control and eating healthier.
jrtski@reddit
I am, but after a concerted effort to lose 40lbs and having kept 30 of them off for over 10 years, I seriously make use of to-go boxes when I eat out & don't fill my plate up when I eat at home. My plates are still clean, just smaller.
Sufficient_Stop8381@reddit
Yeah. I would sit at the table sometimes until bedtime picking at cold food. My stepmom’s cooking was bland and unappetizing. As a little kid I lived with my grandma, who’s southern country cooking I’d wolf down. When my dad remarried I moved in with them and went from good food to gross food overnight. No more good country cooking because it was “unhealthy”, but still had to eat portions of the bland unseasoned food I hated. I had to sit there for hours picking at it. When we’d go eat at my grandparents and I’d eat like someone starved, it would infuriate my stepmom because I’d literally gag eating her food. Pinto beans and quiche are two foods I refuse to eat to this day because we ate it so much as a kid and I hated it.
As soon as I left home I began eating whatever I wanted, mostly junk. I’ve struggled with weight most of my adult life now.
Junior_Lavishness_96@reddit
Yep. I was a finicky eater. I think it affected my growth.
sysaphiswaits@reddit
My dad made me sit at the table one Sunday until I finished my eggs. I sat there until 8 PM.
So, Rage Against the Machine made a lot of sense.
My relationship with food is pretty healthy, but I don’t talk to my dad.
tmmao@reddit
Thank the universe, no! I’ve got other hang ups but not that awful toxic one.
JoyDVeeve@reddit
I was required to clean my plate while simultaneously being fat shamed.
My main bully aka one of my older sisters considered it her job to make me eat the foods I disliked while simultaneously stealing the best bits off of my plate for herself.
One extra memorial time was her putting black pepper (which I literally cannot eat) on my spinach and telling me the longer I sat there the more pepper she would put on. I don't remember the resolution but I hope my folks eventually noticed the black pepper aspect and put an end to it
Worth-Canary-9189@reddit
I have the liver and onions badge with that club
Mistervimes65@reddit
Yes I was. I have done all my own cooking since I was 20 (forty years) and I always let the people at my table choose how much they want and never insisted that my kids clean their plate.
My wife and I bought an electric composter for uneaten leftovers. That compost goes to a friend’s vegetable garden and I get veggies in return.
TheReadyRedditor@reddit
This.
I was forced to sit there for sometimes a couple hours, because my tiny body couldn’t eat the huge portion my father insisted we eat. Unless I threw up first. Then his sorry alcoholic ass would yell at me all the way to my room. Add in severely huge tonsils, and I struggled. To this day I absolutely can NOT feel full. If I even come remotely close to feeling full, the thought of eating more makes me gag.
My husband was told upfront that food would NEVER be a struggle in our home. We included our kids in the planning and cooking of meals. We made dinner time something they could look forward to. And we allowed them to serve up a portion that they thought they could manage. If they couldn’t finish it…oh well.
UnicornFarts1111@reddit
My mom countered dad's clean plate rule with smaller portions. We could get seconds, but we had to finish our plate. Thank goodness for my mom.
TheReadyRedditor@reddit
Mine was abused by the same pos. She tried standing up to him, but that always resulted in him taking it out on all of us. Let’s just say it’s no surprise he died alone a few years ago.
isla_is@reddit (OP)
Great bargain!
quipsNshade@reddit
… and that’s how I got up to 300lbs - I have a much better relationship with food now and 1/3 lighter. Working on it every day
HarveyMushman72@reddit
Yes, and i hated it. I did not do it to my kids.
Jadacide37@reddit
Didn't Get to leave the table until you finished the adult sized portions Mamaw served up for you on the mc Donald's plates and the milk or sweet tea in that little red cup that had the handle shaped like a gun. Only spice my family knew was salt.
DaveKelso@reddit
Was poor, never went totally without, but never had enough to really be satisfied. Clean plate every time.
forklobotomy@reddit
Same here. Too much food was never really an issue. In our house Mac & Cheese wasn't a side dish. It was the meal. Fighting your siblings over it being an even split was more likely.
BluesGraveller@reddit
And don't forget the government cheese...
tc_cad@reddit
Yes. There was only one dish my mom ever made that I just couldn’t eat. Baked zucchini and tomatoes with Parmesan. I know it doesn’t sound bad, but something in there didn’t work and I don’t like it. She only made it about a dozen times.
Then just three years ago, at my Mom’s for dinner with my wife and kids. She made that dish. It had been close to 30 years since I last had it. Thinking these foods came from her extensive garden this would be ok, nope. No good. I just can’t eat that.
I like zucchini and tomatoes and Parmesan just fine. In fact I had a lasagna once that used thinly sliced zucchini instead of lasagna noodles. That was very tasty.
Some_Marsupial_7311@reddit
My older sister got the abuse. Shouting, throwing, “eat it all or else” I watched in horror, and learned.
jollytoes@reddit
I have the 'You Can't Leave the Table Until Your Plate is Clean' badge. My dad was serious about that shit. Stuffed bell pepper nights were the worst. I had to eat the bell pepper too.
Alewort@reddit
For a while it was kind of a competition with my adult siblings because my sister never succeeded at it, but much later it's just not worth the obesity.
isla_is@reddit (OP)
This. It creates such an unhealthy habit. I wonder if there is therapy just for kids growing up with the CPC?
Komaisnotsalty@reddit
I had to eat every last drop, every last crumb, and was rarely allowed to not finish. I was a stubborn little girl though and if I really hated something, I would outright refuse to hate it - usually liver as well as pork & beans.
But - I was made to feel guilt & shame if I wasted food.
I was not a fat kid at all - very active and wasn't fed enough to be fat, and we didn't have junk food and candy in the house.
But unfortunately, I had parents and grandparents who constantly told me I was too fat, too tall, feet too big, and too 'boyish' for a girl.
My relationship with food was nearly feral because of it.
And it got worse: from the time I was about 13, I was put on every fad diet their was that my mom would find on the cover of every fucking Woman's World magazine, and I was given amphetamines on top of that.
I hate food. I love food. I hate diets. I hate parents who make their kids feel like they are less just because they aren't 'typical'. It wasn't my fault I was a larger than average female. I didn't ask to be 6'0, have size 13 feet, and a broad muscular physique.
I was shamed about that my entire life because I was raised by bullies who thought 'big' meant you put a 13 year old on amphetamines while feeding her a diet of cottage cheese and honeydew melon because some moron in California had to come up with the diet of the week.
isla_is@reddit (OP)
I’m sorry. When I was little, it was the clean plate club. Later, my mom laid a major guilt trip if I didn’t eat everything. She still does. F*cked up my relationship with food. It’s a constant battle.
Komaisnotsalty@reddit
It really is.
I made peace with my parents (well, my mom) years ago. She's 85 now and we do our best. I can say we're friends and play cards and sometimes go shopping with her now & then, but the mother/daughter relationship was destroyed a long time ago, but what we have isn't so bad.
but food... it's complicated for sure. I finally decided I wanted my life back and put myself in therapy about 20 years ago. It saved my life.
BluesGraveller@reddit
I was raised by my mom. She tried that with me, but I was one Hell of a stubborn kid. Once, when I was a child, she made me sit at the table until I ate my Brussel sprouts. I hated those things (like them fine as an adult). Dinner was at 6, bedtime was at 9. I stayed there until bedtime. She never did that again. She used to tell that story at family reunions for years.
renegade7717@reddit
sometimes I hid stuff in my napkin and threw it away later. but ya clean plate for surr
SunMyungMoonMoon@reddit
It's so drilled into me that at 55 years old I still can't leave a single spaghetti noodle or Coco Pebble behind.
pop-hon_ula@reddit
This was not something that happened at my house. But my parents were basically hippies, so I was free to make my own choices. We grew a lot of our own vegetables, and there was a lot of unique food being made. I do remember rearranging my plate to look like I ate more than I did, especially at restaurants, not because I was being made to clear the plate, but because I always felt guilty leaving food behind when I was full. I thought those making it would think I didn’t like it haha.
SuspiciousMeat6696@reddit
I'm President.
By authority of my Dad.
The_UnenlightenedOne@reddit
Was a member, now a member of "Eat the fuck what I want".
henningknows@reddit
Stupid and unhealthy thing for parents to do
isla_is@reddit (OP)
Right!
RetiredPoPo10-8@reddit
My little brother was the master of being sneaky and deceptive. During dinner he would always somehome be able to quietly move his vegetables off of his plate and onto his lap where he wrapped them up in his napkin and throw it away. He did this for YEARS until 1 time mom went looking in the trash for something and found his napkin stash. Funniest shit when I realized just how long he had been getting away with it.
SubatomicGoblin@reddit
Pretty much. I was at the same time a member of the "This is what we're having for dinner, and you're going to eat it" club, and this membership was far more impactful. A lot of vegetables are good but they're acquired tastes. I like a lot of things to this day because I was made to eat them when I was young, and thus, my palate was shaped in that particularly beneficial way. I'm really thnakful for it, honestly.
Away-Equipment4869@reddit
I had to be. Nowadays only sometimes.