Posted on 02/12/2021 5:19:00 PM PST by RummyChick
Bad experiences with food, like a dodgy curry that makes us ill for days, triggers a switch in our brains that means we never want to eat it again, a study reveals.
UK researchers have managed to replicate the effect of a negative experience on eating behaviour, using sugar-loving snails as models in the lab.
They used 'aversive training', which involved tapping the snails on the head when sugar appeared, as a proxy for food poisoning in humans, while being filmed.
Aversive training flicked an appetite-suppressing switch that meant the snails refused to feed on the sugar, even when hungry.
The experts think something similar is happening, leading to 'persistent physiological change' that's specific to a certain food for the rest of our lives.
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Not food but when I was 18 I drank a fifth of whiskey in about 30 minutes. Puked it all back up and had dry heaves until I passed out an hour later. For the next 50 years I haven’t been able to even smell whiskey without feeling sick.
Pretty sure mine was mental. I loved those foods before. Been eating them again, for about ten years at least, with no probs. It took some guts to eat em again when all inside was telling me no.
The mind is a terrible thing, that may lead to food... waste.
Allergies suck.
Definitely agree with tequila. After graduation from basic training at Ft Bliss in 66, the platoon went en masse over the magic bridge to Juarez. I don’t know how much tequila we drank and how many worms consumed, but I have never been able to tolerate even the smell of any tequila.
Make mine a good gumbo!
My mom picked up a grade school friend of mine to come over and play. We backed out of her driveway, drove past maybe two houses and she proceeded to fill the deep footwell of that 1965 Galaxy 500 with the watermelon she’d eaten about an hour earlier by the smell of it. I didn’t eat any watermelon for 30 years.
Milk chocolate burns my throat. I think it’s the sugar content. I’m okay with dark chocolate but I don’t paticularly like chocolate, and I don’t go out of my way to purchase any either.
Had a bad experience with macaroni and cheese in 1964. Can’t even look at it now.
A mean aunt forced me to eat am olive at 5. Told her I didn’t like them and was forced to sit in the corner after I threw up all over the place. Haven’t eaten an olive since but no problem using olive oil in my cooking and bread dipping sauces:-)
My wife made a Chinese five spice chicken recipe on the day my dad died.
I won’t eat five spice ever again and even the smell brings back a feeling of sadness.
Drink enough and you'll see your stomach lining.
Sounds like more fun than my tequila episode.
Exactly that happened to me in my twenties, with the same result.
I haven’t had a glass of the stuff since.
I’ll turn 70 next year.
Yet how many other foods did you eat within that window—and yet you attributed it to the cream of asparagus soup. Because you hadn’t had it before? It was some sort of particular rarity?
I am amazed by the number of people who do indeed decide they’ve had food poisoning every time they get some little stomach bug or upset. This article likely points to the evolutionary reason why we do that—even though we are not out in the wild, prone to trying poisonous plants or insects in our ignorance.
Shellfish is a more rational association to make, since there is indeed a good chance of them being or having gone bad.
I do give him credit for doing his own groceries. Didn't seem like he was doing it for photo-ops, that's for sure. He would evidently ride the subway too.
Wow! I didn’t know that about cashews!
Because that was the only thing I ate. It is cute the way you attempt to sit in judgment. Sort of like a watching a democrat trying to think logically.
I am amazed by the number of people who do indeed decide they've had food poisoning every time they get some little stomach bug or upset.
And I am amazed by your desire to believe it does not happen but that is your privilege I suppose.
I said nothing about it not happening and was genuinely asking you about your experience because, yes, I see people all the time eat big meals and then decide that some particular ingredient was bad and gave them foos poisoning. Had you had some fresh oyster stew or sushi, for example, then I could as well see you determining there was a bad ingredient in that causing your reaction.
But yes, I still wonder why you would think it was a dish without much that readily would cause such at the root—even if it was the only thing you had eaten all day. (Which might itself be something to explore.)
Have no idea what time I got up but lets just say it was before daybreak. I had coffee and a biscuit before I got in the car and started driving. I did not eat on the road but I did drink water. Sparingly. You do not want to be dehydrated but also keep bathroom breaks to minimum.
Got to the meeting somewhere around noon. We had lunch, I had cream of asparagus soup, roll, water to drink. Nothing that would stain clothing. It tasted off but I was not there to enjoy food but to pitch for the charity I was fund raising for. Got several checks. Probably did the polite because that was what you do.
Went and picked up family and we started driving north. Started feeling not so great, asked my brother to drive. Sometime before dusk started throwing up.
Procedure as I remember went something like this.
Stop.
Stick head out door.
Barf.
Brother would yell that there was a truck coming.
Pull head back in, slam door, door gets splashed with ice chips, water and salt from truck. Couple of times got splashed because was not fast enough. Very annoying. Blouse was a write off. Jacket had already been removed. Did not ruin suit thankfully.
Try to not barf in car.
Stick head back out and finish.
Mom hands me water to rinse out mouth. Do so. Pull head back in. Car pulls back on road and we continue until I have to call for another stop.
Get to resort about ten years later.
Spend the next day day being ill. Had to reschedule fund raising luncheon.
Felt better but weak the day after. Made my evening fund raiser. Spent three more days at resort doing various events.
Don't remember what happened after.
Since you seem to think it was something else you go ahead and tell me what it was.
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