When I was a teenager, my mom made some baked pasta and brought it with a 2 liter Pepsi to me while I was working on stage crew at the high school.
I took it up to the spot light booth and ate it.
When I got home she asked me how everyone liked it. I told her I ate it all. She said she made enough for the entire stage crew. I told her she was wrong, it was only enough for me.
I hit 6’4" tall when I was 14. At my lowest weight at that height, I was 165 pounds.
I wish I had been taught to eat a single serving, wait, and then eat more if necessary. It wouldn’t have made a difference at the times when I needed to eat like twelve people, but it would have made it easier to stop eating like twelve when I didn’t need to.
However, I’ve had smaller adults try to tell my kids that they were eating too much. How can you meet me, get a pain in your neck from looking up at me, and still think you understand how much my kids need to eat?
God this was my brother, by 14 he was 6’1 at one point his growing pains where so bad that a doctor gave him fucking pain killers. And the good shit at that.
Not to mention the sheer glut of food he could eat. I was a highly active runner and still growing my self and God damn he could eat circles around me.
We would have lost the house if food costs what it does now back then. My poor mother.
It takes an enormous amount of energy to grow. One of my friend’s sons actually has stretch marks because he grew so quickly one summer.
Within limits, I think teenagers have a license to eat ridiculous amounts of food.
When I was a teenager, my mom made some baked pasta and brought it with a 2 liter Pepsi to me while I was working on stage crew at the high school.
I took it up to the spot light booth and ate it.
When I got home she asked me how everyone liked it. I told her I ate it all. She said she made enough for the entire stage crew. I told her she was wrong, it was only enough for me.
I hit 6’4" tall when I was 14. At my lowest weight at that height, I was 165 pounds.
I wish I had been taught to eat a single serving, wait, and then eat more if necessary. It wouldn’t have made a difference at the times when I needed to eat like twelve people, but it would have made it easier to stop eating like twelve when I didn’t need to.
However, I’ve had smaller adults try to tell my kids that they were eating too much. How can you meet me, get a pain in your neck from looking up at me, and still think you understand how much my kids need to eat?
God this was my brother, by 14 he was 6’1 at one point his growing pains where so bad that a doctor gave him fucking pain killers. And the good shit at that.
Not to mention the sheer glut of food he could eat. I was a highly active runner and still growing my self and God damn he could eat circles around me.
We would have lost the house if food costs what it does now back then. My poor mother.
oh yeah, I remember being able to eat an entire large pizza and 32 garlic bread bites in one sitting as a teenager