How are your parents' eating habits?

If you want to share. I was just thinking about how our parents may affect our own attitudes to food.

My dad is really obsessive about people not wasting food and gets mad if you don't eat what you've got. He also eats in a really disgusting way that makes me feel sick. When I enjoy my food and eat with gusto I start panicking that I'm eating like him. When my mum went away she left food for him to heat up and he didn't make it, he just made some quick rubbish that wasn't enough (wouldn't have dared complain). My mum doesn't eat a lot of things (including meat, sugar, potatoes, and friend food).

Not really surprising I ended up with food issues, I guess. My main problem is not bothering to make proper meals for myself, and feeling guilty when I enjoy my food too much.

My father used to buy his (junk) food that we weren't allowed to touch. He is also overweight and eats messily.

My mother has always been slimmish and is always making comments about her 'bloated' stomach. She doesnt have an ED but has her meals at weird times of the day.

A great post rabbit x

That should've said FRIED food up above...

I have to eat everything on my plate. If there is just a tiny bit or tons, doesn't matter, I won't complain either way. I don't know how much is enough, and it doesn't matter if I'm full - the amount that is there dictates how much is enough. The 'rents NEVER let me decide. So now my decider is broken beyond repair. FML. And you know I never say that.

Eta: my father ate very regular meals, timewise, but said he was never hungry. I only ever saw my mother eat dinner until she was like over 70 years old. Then I was amazed to see her eat b, l, d and have snacks in the house. But she says she's always hungry. I don't remember my mother ever feeding me, except once, and then I remember my father saying he would do it, and after that I learned to feed myself, because she was angry and hurting my mouth with the spoon. I was in a highchair between them. But I don't remember breakfast or lunch with her when I was a child and she was home. I remember my older brother making campbells soup for us, and I remember my dad making us saturday breakfast. But never her. She only cooked at the restaurant where she worked.

Both parents had major eating problems. Dad became obsessive about the weight of himself and my step mom and me.

step mom is has an overeating issue and has for years
Me Anorexia off and on through out adulthood. Now, recovering and maintaining healthy life style qd.

I've had lifelong food dependency/bulimia issues.
My dad: he more or less ate pretty healthy. Not restrictive 'healthy' (re: diet) but he didn't eat butter or margarine or mayonnaise, didn't use salt, etc. He ate real food. But at dinnertime (we always ate dinner together as a family) he would eat everyone's leftovers (there were four of us kids) if there were any. He refused to see anything go to waste. He would save even water with weiners boiled in it to use as soup stock for himself, lol...I still bug him about that. I've seen him get really **** about it and actually take half-eaten fruit out of the garbage and wash it off and yell at the person who threw it away. He also used to fly into a rage if anyone threw anything out that he deemed inappropriate. For example, I remember one day my mom called and asked him to go to the restaurant and do something for her (this was toward the end of their marriage, when all they did was make each other miserable). He had just made a breakfast for himself of side bacon, eggs, etc, and was sitting down to eat when the phone rang. So he took off in a huff. While he was gone my brother ate half of it and picked the rest apart so I came along and threw it out. Well my dad came home and asked where his breakfast was and when I explained what happened he flew into a rage about how money doesn't grow on trees, yada yada. We ended up having a screaming match that ended with me going to the bank, taking out all the money he'd given me to help pay bills while I was waiting to get on medical EI (I was pregnant) and giving it back to him. Now, fast forward ten years, he and my stepmother have been on some weird-*** Atkins type diet where they don't eat any carbs or foods with any kind of high glycemic level. He cheats all the time whenever he travels, but that's how it is. I never thought I'd see my dad on a diet.
My mom: she was always slim until she had four kids. Then she filled out. One day when we were all still school-aged - I was probably in my teens, the youngest would have been still about 6 or so - she saw a picture of herself that caused her to become disgusted with her appearance, and she more or less stopped eating. She always was a chain smoker and drinker, and a compulsive Pepsi drinker, and a picky eater to boot. But it got to the point where she wasn't eating much of anything. She'd still make us all these really elaborate meals but not each much herself. By the time she bought the restaurant it was really obvious. She spent most of her time there and her idea of a meal was half a sandwich or a bowl of soup (as in, one or the other), or she'd just have a bite or two of what someone else was having. And she always used to make comments about my eating disorder, and about my brother's and dad's weights. Food and fat were definite issues for her. And ironically all three of my siblings have issues with disordered eating.

Neither of my parents have had eating/food issues.
Food, weight etc was never an issues in my family...until my mum and dad divorced and she got engaged to a 'step-dad'.
He would make me sit at the table for 12+ hours with food i didnt like ('didnt like' was an understatement...they actually made my physically sick)...until i had eaten it all.
He put a bucket next to me, for me to vomit into.

It was one of the most traumatic things i have ever been through. No wonder i ended up with Anorexia, Bulimia and Binge Eating.

Grew up basically with parents who had normal eating habits. My father worked nights so my mother would always have dinner fixed for him before he left for work....& if I was home from school in time I would eat with them.....otherwise would end up with the left overs later in the evening.

Always remember my mother complaining about her weight......along with my grandmother. They were constantly saying how when they were younger they could eat so much food & never gained weight....then after my mother got married, it was nothing but gaining weight. My dad on the other hand could eat anything & never gain weight.

I do remember going out to eat with them at Bob's Big Boy....I always liked the chocolate shakes (really thick ice cream like soft serve)....but after trying to eat a whole hamburger I would eat as much of the shake as I could.....then my dad would get the rest...but he kept asking me if I wanted more of it....& I would take another bite...until I would end up feeling sick from eating too much.....I always hated that feeling.....there was no worse feeling for me than throwing up so I finally learned to stop eating before I started to feel sick.

Thinking back at my mother's & my grandmother's weight, I promised myself that I would let myself go after getting married like I thought my mother & grandmother did (not sure it was really the case with them or just seemed like it to me).

After I got married, I kept working out & exercising & even when I got pregnant, I only gained 10 pounds for a baby that weighed 8lbs 2 oz at birth.....so was back to my normal shape & weight almost immediately. After getting my degree & starting my career, I played racquettball every day at lunch rather than eating & was just into staying in shape & like with everything else....not wanting to be anything like my mother or my parents in any way.

I would eat when it was convenient & not eat when it got in the way of doing what I wanted. But during my growing up years, I always noticed that stress was the main reason I would stop eating....& it just kept getting worse as I grew older until the point where I lost my career that was my escape from my bad marriage.....then the anorexia set in.....to start with from all the stress I was going through that wasn't short term stress........that same issue still haunts me but now, I seem to have broken my ability to know when I'm hungry...sometimes it shows up, but most times it doesn't & not living alone after leaving my H....I only seem to eat one thing at a time...I make the meat for dinner & am too full to eat anything else....then later on will make the vegies....or whatever....but just don't know what it's like to sit down & eat a real meal......totally different from the life I grew up in.....but that's been the story of my life

My dad has always been obsessive about weight and calories. He makes comments when people have gained weight. I worry about him sometimes.

my parents were crazy about not wasting food too, i am the same way now, but my mom used to stand behind us and make us eat a huge portion, not sure if that carried over into adulthood but i always clear my plate even if i am stuffed and i over eat like crazy.
but they are not good eaters my mom has diabetes and still eats cakes and my dad used to be very over weight but he lost a lot of it, but they eat a lot of fried food (i grill everything) but i eat pizza like a monster lol
so some good some bad i guess