A clean plate is a happy plate. I grew up with that. I think the earlier generation dealt with economic depression so I should be thankful to have food on my plate. But, now I can’t seem to leave a plate unless it’s empty.
I weighed myself on one of those big scales in the middle of the gym and saw that I was 8 pounds overweight. I’m not going to blame it on a plate but, I have to change some things. It’s the mentality of it all that I have to understand and handle.
So, I eat my beef kabob, and broccoli, and I’m full. And I have two bites left. And for some reason, I don’t feel comfortable leaving a plate with food on it when a clean plate is a happy plate. I’m lucky to have healthy food on my plate to begin with, yet, because of my upbringing, I grew up with the expectation that you finish your meal. It’s not good now cause I realize my mind takes over my stomach, which tells me to stop. But my mind doesn’t know better.
So, I’m trying to leave a few bites of food on my plate, just for breaking upbringing reasons. I’m not going to get fat cause I have to eat all my food off my plate. And I’m not going to let the psychological effects of not eating all my food, get to me.