Food is where I become stubborn. From the time that I began eating, I was picky. I threw a fit about any food other than oatmeal, chicken nuggets, or apple sauce. My Mom and Dad, who were still new to the whole parenting thing had no idea what to do. My mom tried disciplining me, but my dad didn’t think it was good to force me to eat food I didn’t want. Like I said he was still a novice back then. Nowadays my dad tells my picky siblings, that they need to eat what is set before them, and that people are starving in Africa.
At the time my illogical mental block against food in general was so strong that I wouldn’t even eat chicken. You may be asking yourself, then how did you eat chicken nuggets? I honestly don’t know how, but it never dawned on me that chicken nuggets were made of chicken. I had no concept of where food came from. I would for that matter not eat almost anything other than chicken nuggets. My mom called the doctor and told him about my diet. He said it was unhealthy, but no matter what she tried, I would not budge. I vaguely remember my mom deciding one day that she was going to crack my resolve and make me eat something new. She made me scrambled eggs, which I turned down with a fit. She told me I couldn’t eat anything else until I ate the scrambled eggs. I refused for a long time. Because I was so little at the time, I do not now remember if I ever succumbed and ate the eggs. To this day scrambled eggs remain one of my worst fears and I am currently struggling to overcome this obstacle.
I was convinced that chicken was disgusting, until one night when we went to a friends house to eat dinner. I was in line holding my plate behind my friend, and watching her make her own. In front of her were a lot of drumsticks which at the time looked like filth to me. To my shock she put a drumstick on her plate. I wasn’t sure quite what was happening but I saw myself putting a drumstick on my own plate. I curiously took a nibble and was so surprised to find that the chicken was actually good. All night long I made little trips back to the food, to get more of that heavenly chicken. That was my first step to overcoming my fear of food.