In my case, I reeeeeally liked chocolate, I recall. Also tablet. (For those outside Scotland - it's a bit like Kendal mint cake, but crumblier.)
However, I'd been taught to eat and finish anything put in front of me..and because of how he'd suffered in the war, Dad liked to see me eating.
He did shift work and - even though I'd already eaten - when he got home, he'd put some of his meal onto a side plate for me. I never turned it down.
I also recall Mum telling me off for cutting fat off meat: "It's the sweetest part." I guess that that was because meat was expensive.
I did lose all the weight in the end, but put some of it back on as an adult. I gained weight whilst on medication and then lost it all, but gradually put that all back on again over the space of 20 plus years - I found food comforting.
Now in my 60s, I'm exercising and trying to eat healthily. I agree with those who say that allowing a child to become fat is deeply problematic.
I find what's been said about overeating contributing to height rather interesting: I was the tallest in our reception class. Mind you, Dad was nearly 6ft. I'm 5ft 9 inches.