I am not a foodie, thank goodness. I will eat pretty much anything. A lot of my friends are getting incredibly fussy about food and I see it as a bit of an affliction.
Fruits and vegetables for some kids are scary and not fun.
Food can become such a point of anxiety - not because it's food, but just because you have anxiety. That's how eating disorders develop.
Fear of carbs, of gluten, of everything - we've distanced ourselves from the beauty of food, the art of it. It makes me sad when people say, 'Oh, I don't eat gluten. I don't eat cheese. I don't eat this. So I eat cardboard.'
I don't like meat from the grocery store, it makes me nervous
Here's how it is: I feel guilty about every single bite of food that goes into my mouth.
My brain knows best-before dates are a con; my panicky gut treats them like a nuclear countdown.
Hors d'oeuvres have always a pathetic interest for me; they remind me of one's childhood that one goes through wondering what the next course is going to be like - and during the rest of the menu one wishes one had eaten more of the hors d'oeuvres.
Fletcherizing is gross. I tried it once. I tried to go until it's all liquid, and it just creeps you out to be focusing so much on your chewing.
Food is one of life's greatest joys yet we've reached this really sad point where we're turning food into the enemy, and something to be afraid of
I turned down dates because I dreaded sitting in front of a plateful of food.
I don't have a great relationship with food.
I realistically eat every hour and 15 minutes. I watch the clock to see when I eat again. I'm almost upset that I'm not eating now.
If you start giving your kids anxiety about food, it's going to last a lifetime. Moms have to lead by example. Don't say, "Oh, my jeans don't fit," or "Oh, I was bad." No diets. Nothing like that.
I go to a restaurant with a group of women and pray that we can order lunch without falling into the semi-covert business of collective monitoring, in which levels of intake and restraint are aired, compared, noticed: 'What are you getting? Is that all you're having? A salad? Oh, please.'
French women typically think about good things to eat. American women typically worry about bad things to eat.
I cry when I don't get food on time. I am not cranky but have the heart of a child. I cry and laugh at most times. I have the sensitivity of a child.
As a kid, I was always picky about food; if it didn't 'look right,' I wouldn't eat it.
I'm plagued with indecision in my life. I can't figure out what to order in a restaurant.
My son, before he went to school, he'd eat pretty much everything. Then as soon as he went to school, he got some peer pressure, and other kids would say, 'Oh, you're gonna eat that. That's horrible. That's disgusting.'
I realized that I've had a really rocky relationship with food - it has not been a gauzy, beautiful summer of ripe melons and perfectly buttered toast.
I keep eating for fear I will be hungry.
You have to find a balance with food in your life - you can't take out food. It can be absolutely terrifying.
On a day I start, I have a turkey sandwich for lunch. I don't consider it a ritual, but I'm anxious on those days.
I enjoy a good meal as much as anyone, but I get so confused by nutritional, budgetary, ecological, ethical, aesthetic, and time-management concerns that I often subsist for weeks on instant oatmeal and multivitamins.
