Originally Posted by NewChief
Exactly. I think it's because I grew up with two older brothers, and we would all be fighting for every last scrap of food at the table (it was just about competition, not about actually not having enough food to eat). My parents also both grew up poor, so they made us feel guilty for not cleaning our plates. As such, I end up cleaning every plate at the table when I go out to eat with my wife and kids. I've actually started ordering less food for myself these days because I know I'll end up eating everyone else's scraps. It's weird.
So that's why fasting works for me. It suits the way I eat. For others it might not work as well (like my wife).
I used to be a skinny kid up until I was about 8 years old. My Dad got orders to Okinawa and left 3 months before my Mom, my brother and myself to get everything setup. The three of us went to live with my grandparents on their farm. My grandma is the type of person that would make you whatever you want to eat but you had to eat everything on your plate. Apparently my eyes were bigger than my stomach. My Dad said that when we got off the plane....he didn't even recognize me. I had gained that much weight. I've been fighting that battle since then.