It's not really a "happy" plate
If there is one thing I've learned, this journey is all about overcoming mental challenges, changing habits and ways of thinking. When I'm able to change those things, the rest follows. Growing up, when I ate at my grandparents house, we were forced to finish our plates. Nannie (my grandmother) called it making a "happy plate", and if we didn't, we were in a lot of trouble. Leaving the table without finishing your food literally had consequences. As a result, all of my adult life, I have done this. In fact, I have always noticed a difference between my plate and others... my plate was really always clean when I finished eating. No morsels to put in the garbage disposal or trash, usually nothing to rinse off before putting in the dishwasher. This has been an incredibly hard habit to break. When I eat at home, I'm usually okay, because I just put a lot less on my plate and am able to finish it. When I eat at a restaurant, this is m...