Just the thing that fostered my attitude that let my boys eat a PB&J sandwich (made by themselves) if they just could not stomach whatever I had prepared for dinner. And it wasn't how the food was prepared. I am a good cook. They just didn't like it. I defy any asshole parent who would force their children to eat something that was anethema to them to walk into Patsy's in New York and demand that a business man eat something that he hated.
That's what causes eating disorders (or worse).
I would have loved raw carrots and broccoli with a PB&J.
I either went hungry or waited until they went to sleep and made a PPB&J.
No time for the veggies.
I should thank them as I now can go a week without food. I had my fantastic BBQ’ed pork ribs last Sunday and have not had anything close to a real meal this week. I did boil some water with a chicken bullion cube today. I am the only one at my Engineering firm that can turn in time with no lunch time claimed.
My parents taught me how to raise kids. Do the opposite of what they did.