So my brother and I think my mom had anorexia, and at the very least we know she had food issues.
And someone made me think of this tonight...
When I was young, I'd say something along the lines of "I'm hungry, what's for dinner?"
She'd say "food"
I'd reply "But what kind of food" in that whiney, naggy kid voice.
"But I'm hungry now."
"Suck air." Mom would end the conversation right then and there.
One thing that my dietician and I are trying to work on is (1) recognizing hunger (2) being okay with hunger (it's your body talking to you) and (3) honoring that hunger.
When I was younger, I could recognize that I was hungry, and the response was to basically deal with it, and I'd be fed when mom was good and ready. Oh the irony of an anorexic controlling my food intake! Mom greatly overestimated her ability to cook. It wasn't always "good" food. Unless you call Hamburger Helper or Kid Cuisine Microwaveable meals "good" for you.