Self-limiting (was Nintendo/electronic games, again)
Alicia Knight
I just found that they were not good at self limiting. Maybe I didn't give it
enough time? As I said before, we just pulled our kids out of the system in
the past year.
When I was a teenager, I loved donuts. I went to work in a donut shop where employees were allowed to sample the products. The first few days I gorged on donuts of all kinds, starting with my favorites (jelly and cream-filled) and so on until I'd had my fill of every type donut that was sold. By the second week, I was getting jaded about donuts -- they were there -- all around me. I knew I could have them any time I wanted, so there was no urgency to sample. By the third week I no longer cared for glazed donuts of any kind. This was after I'd been having to clean the floor on my hands and knees -- using a scraper to scrape off pounds of glazed icing, grease, crumb, and dirt.
I would come home smelling like a donut after spending the morning frying off donuts. The grease would be embedded in the fibers of my clothes. I would wash them with bleach, hot water and detergent and they would still smell like donut grease. My hair smelled like donut grease even after I washed it with
my favorite shampoo (Clairol Herbal Essence -- I still love that smell! And I never seem to find it any more.)
By the end of the first month I wouldn't have eaten a donut if you paid me.
For years afterward, donuts were not appealing in any way. Only now will I occasionally have one, but I'll usually choose something else if offered.
I think we all go through phases like this and just need to take the time to figure out.
~ Alicia
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enough time? As I said before, we just pulled our kids out of the system in
the past year.
When I was a teenager, I loved donuts. I went to work in a donut shop where employees were allowed to sample the products. The first few days I gorged on donuts of all kinds, starting with my favorites (jelly and cream-filled) and so on until I'd had my fill of every type donut that was sold. By the second week, I was getting jaded about donuts -- they were there -- all around me. I knew I could have them any time I wanted, so there was no urgency to sample. By the third week I no longer cared for glazed donuts of any kind. This was after I'd been having to clean the floor on my hands and knees -- using a scraper to scrape off pounds of glazed icing, grease, crumb, and dirt.
I would come home smelling like a donut after spending the morning frying off donuts. The grease would be embedded in the fibers of my clothes. I would wash them with bleach, hot water and detergent and they would still smell like donut grease. My hair smelled like donut grease even after I washed it with
my favorite shampoo (Clairol Herbal Essence -- I still love that smell! And I never seem to find it any more.)
By the end of the first month I wouldn't have eaten a donut if you paid me.
For years afterward, donuts were not appealing in any way. Only now will I occasionally have one, but I'll usually choose something else if offered.
I think we all go through phases like this and just need to take the time to figure out.
~ Alicia
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shampoo (Clairol Herbal Essence -- I still love that smell! And I never seem
to find it any more.)
If you have a CVS drug store near you, I saw it there the other day! And of
course I opened the top to smell that long forgotten smell.
~Elissa Cleaveland
An unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractic'd;
Happy in this, she is not so old
But she may learn.
W.S. The Merchant of Venice III, ii, 160
to find it any more.)
If you have a CVS drug store near you, I saw it there the other day! And of
course I opened the top to smell that long forgotten smell.
~Elissa Cleaveland
An unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractic'd;
Happy in this, she is not so old
But she may learn.
W.S. The Merchant of Venice III, ii, 160
Joseph Fuerst
There must be a name for this syndrome. I worked at a Perkins restaraunt
and at a steakhouse.....I do not ever have a desire to eat that again! It
was a similar progression.
No wonder I have been wanting to open an ice cream store! I may get over my
desire for ice cream....the forbidden food in my family growing up. I still
sometimes find myself *sneaking* it....when I have no reason or need to.
Wierd.
Susan
and at a steakhouse.....I do not ever have a desire to eat that again! It
was a similar progression.
No wonder I have been wanting to open an ice cream store! I may get over my
desire for ice cream....the forbidden food in my family growing up. I still
sometimes find myself *sneaking* it....when I have no reason or need to.
Wierd.
Susan
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From: "Alicia Knight" <superdiva@...>
To: <[email protected]>
Sent: Friday, September 06, 2002 10:01 AM
Subject: [Unschooling-dotcom] Self-limiting (was Nintendo/electronic games,
again)
> I just found that they were not good at self limiting. Maybe I didn't give
it
> enough time? As I said before, we just pulled our kids out of the system
in
> the past year.
>
> When I was a teenager, I loved donuts. I went to work in a donut shop
where employees were allowed to sample the products. The first few days I
gorged on donuts of all kinds, starting with my favorites (jelly and
cream-filled) and so on until I'd had my fill of every type donut that was
sold. By the second week, I was getting jaded about donuts -- they were
there -- all around me. I knew I could have them any time I wanted, so
there was no urgency to sample. By the third week I no longer cared for
glazed donuts of any kind. This was after I'd been having to clean the
floor on my hands and knees -- using a scraper to scrape off pounds of
glazed icing, grease, crumb, and dirt.
>
> I would come home smelling like a donut after spending the morning frying
off donuts. The grease would be embedded in the fibers of my clothes. I
would wash them with bleach, hot water and detergent and they would still
smell like donut grease. My hair smelled like donut grease even after I
washed it with
> my favorite shampoo (Clairol Herbal Essence -- I still love that smell!
And I never seem to find it any more.)
>
> By the end of the first month I wouldn't have eaten a donut if you paid
me.
> For years afterward, donuts were not appealing in any way. Only now will
I occasionally have one, but I'll usually choose something else if offered.
>
> I think we all go through phases like this and just need to take the time
to figure out.
>
> ~ Alicia
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In a message dated 9/6/2002 10:30:42 AM Eastern Standard Time,
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cannot stand their garlic breadsticks. On one occasion a lot of my co-workers
and I ate lunch at a Red Lobster and while we were raving over their cheddar
biscuits, the Red Lobster workers said how much they loved our breadsticks.
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fuerst@... writes:
>LOL As a young adult I worked at an Olive Garden restaurant and to this day
> There must be a name for this syndrome. I worked at a Perkins restaraunt
> and at a steakhouse.....I do not ever have a desire to eat that again! It
> was a similar progression.
>
cannot stand their garlic breadsticks. On one occasion a lot of my co-workers
and I ate lunch at a Red Lobster and while we were raving over their cheddar
biscuits, the Red Lobster workers said how much they loved our breadsticks.
Amy Kagey
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Mary Bianco
>There must be a name for this syndrome.I think it's just called overkill!!!!!
Donuts, breadsticks and steaks. Just shows how too much of anything can turn
you.
My oldest worked in a bakery last year and even though she's not big on
cakes and donuts and stuff, got sick of the smell every day. She refuses to
work with food now of any kind, whether she likes it or not!!!
Mary B
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Gerard Westenberg
<There must be a name for this syndrome. I worked at a Perkins restaraunt
and at a steakhouse.....I do not ever have a desire to eat that again! >
I don't know. :-) I worked at a Chinese restaurant, all through uni, and got free lunches or dinners, depending on the shift...I still love Chinese food! ..Leonie W.
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and at a steakhouse.....I do not ever have a desire to eat that again! >
I don't know. :-) I worked at a Chinese restaurant, all through uni, and got free lunches or dinners, depending on the shift...I still love Chinese food! ..Leonie W.
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