I don?t often tell people this, but;
My dad was not made to eat any food he did not like; he would regularly come home from school with his lunch in his pocket.
When I was a child he existed on Mince and Pots: Cottage pie, mince pie, mince stew (mince, pots and gravy) for a Sunday he would eat, beef, mash and roast pots and yorks. He would occasionally eat a carrot, orange, apple or banana, but that was it. He had a massive heart attack at 48 due to his diet.
As for me, well I was his pfb. Apparently I ate anything and everything until I was 2 and then my ma had 4 miscarriages in 18 months.
Then I got really fussy.
My dad would always say; oh, let her leave it, or, eat the meat leave the veg.
I am now 39 and if you invited me for dinner, well it would be my worst nightmare, what if you served peas, what if the potatoes had touched my meat! I would be ill with worry until the event.
I do not eat any pulses, (yuck the skin separates from the bean in your mouth and it feels awful) I hate root veg, with the exception of carrots. (root veg tastes vile to me) I hate veg if the truth be known.
I used to weigh 6 stone up until I had ds 9 years ago, and at my heaviest (xmas this yr) I weighed 17 stone (now 14, yeah). I have very thin hair, but a hairy face and body, permanent headaches, scanty periods, spots, I ache all over and my teeth are awful. My body thinks I am mal-nourished, which I am, even though I am over weight.
I have tried, a dietician, cranial osteopath, hypnosis, pretty much everything, even speech therapy.
It has got to the point were I wash up while dh and the kids eat their meals together. Tonight dh, ds and dd ate Lamb casserole with loads of fresh veggies and you could see them really enjoying their normal meal like a normal family, and I was washing up the stew pot! It was sad, actually.
My younger sister, one niece and my kids eat everything, my other niece is 2, and she is starting to get fussy, my sister is worried sick she will end up like my dad and I.
Upon saying all that, I can remember feeling awful that I couldn?t eat the meal (and still do) the feeling of isolation sitting in front of a meal you hate is awful. Because you do feel isolated from the people who can eat normally. The feeling of dread when it came to dinner time at school.
Another point, (after depressing the crap out of you with my shit - sorry) is ds would throw up whilst eating/after eating for a while; he had a hernia thing in his stomach, although his paed was originally unsure whether it would be this or stomach migraines.
Which is worth you knowing.