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Originally Posted by thelostfoodie
I came here to post, expecting some sympathy...what I got instead was much better. Initially, I was upset being told that I was wrong until I looked at the situation objectively, and then from my sister's perspective. Again, thanks for making me do so. My older sis and l are better off for it!!!
Glad it worked out, but don't think that you didn't get a whole lot of sympathy with the advice, too. Even though most of us told you what you SHOULD do, don't think that all of us have always been, or even now are perfect in doing the "shoulds" in our own lives.
I was raised in a household in which all food brought into the house was usually considered fair game for everyone. Unless you wrote your name on restaurant leftovers, they were considered community property. If you bought a bag of treats to take to work or school you had to tape a note to the items or go to every member in the household and say "don't eat these, they are for......" The note was the most reliable method, lest someone "forget."
Even now, when we get together we always share food, to the point it's kind of silly. My hubby of nearly 9 years is still creeped out by how we offer and ask to taste food from each others plates - or pass around a beverage to taste. Hubby's mom is a germaphobe, so he was definitely raised in a "no-sharing" home. He won't even eat day-old leftovers because they "might have gone bad."
Knowing what to do and doing it aren't always the same thing. I still have problems sometimes eating food that my husband and I agreed were to be considered his and off-limits to me. We keep finding and adjusting strategies to make it easier for me to keep my lips to myself (well for eating, anyway).
I write his name on things I don't want to have and I'd ask permission before eating anything I had put his name on it. Hubby didn't like this at first, because he said "you don't need my permission," and I said "Yes, I do - this is for me, not for you." Now if I do ask, he does say "are you sure you want it," (because I asked him to. He's not forbidding me, it was something I asked him to say). Sometimes I say, "You know, I really don't it was just calling to me." Other times I'll say "yes, I do want it, I'm planning it into my calories."
We also "hide" my trigger foods on the top shelf of the walk-in pantry. I know roughly where the foods are (on the top shelf, out of my reach), but not being able to see or reach them does help me forget they're there. To reach them, I have to go get a stepstool (deliberately not left in the closet), bring it back, and then retrieve the food. The several seconds it takes to do that, usually reminds me how foolish I'm being, and if it doesn't I never bring the whole packaged of treats with me, just one small serving. Then I put the step stool away. To eat a second serving, I have to get out the step stool again.
I won't lie, I have gotten snacks from the top shelf occasionally (but not often), but I've never yet (knock on wood) gone for a second helping.
That's not to say I've never eaten snacks I shouldn't. My husband doesn't always remember to put his snacks where I can't reach them - and while it's my responsibility to avoid the food, not his to hide it - I don't always do what I know I should.
Knowing what to do is the first step, actually doing it is often harder.