I'm replying coz you said you were bummed out that no-one was posting!
I grew up a farm kid, we ate home-grown vegetables, pastured beef/chickens/pig/rabbit, fresh chicken and duck eggs, mama foraged greens and frog legs, trout, catfish. Seriously traditional eating! I remember hating liver and onions and disliking milk because the smell was so cow-ish and I remember being overwhelmed by the smell in my maternal gramma's little dairy set-up.
At one point in my childhood, I became very ill with a high fever, couldn't eat for days. I came out of it late at night, the adults were at the table, and there was steak. I sat on my mom's lap and devoured her steak. She kept cutting pieces off, and I kept eating them. Even at this very young age (maybe 5?), I remember seeing myself from the outside and feeling that food nourishing me, connecting that I needed the food because I had been sick so long.
At the same time, there were Lucky Charms, KFC, and Domino's Pizza. Doritos and Ruffles, Happy Meals at my grandparents. One memory is eating leftover cold pizza and then vomiting and coming down with chicken pox, I didn't eat cold pizza for a long time after that!
I remember being very poor at one point, and my mom foraging lamb's quarter and us eating our "pet" rabbit. No one else but me and my mom ate it! I was hungry. It was crispy
I remember getting blamed for biting into part of a banana and leaving it--foods became restricted at both my mom's house and my dad's house, and I remember getting a control issue with food--that was when I became very picky (you could also say developed the beginning of an undiagnosed eating disorder). From that point on, I think I dissociated from my food roots--there's this big blank in my food memory where nothing much happens except more control issues--my dad could have cookies, but we couldn't, dad and stepmom would order in and we would have cereal and watch them eat hot wings. I don't remember liking food for a long time. I was very skinny and depressed.
Then I moved out on my own and starting cooking for myself, buying factory meat because I just wasn't thinking about it--you bought meat at the grocery store. I started really enjoying learning to cook and trying new foods, became involved in some online "green" communities and started becoming more aware of how/what I was eating.
I became pregnant and really wanted to eat healthy--I ate strawberry salads for breakfast and cooked meat the best way I knew how. But I was in a bad relationship, we were really poor, and there was not enough food; he wouldn't let us get food stamps, and I food once again was restricted. I feel like I ate as well as I was able during that pregnancy.
Anyway, I left this guy and got out on my own again and started buying organic and eventually transitioned to vegetarianism. There was this moment--I was craving the beef jerky that my mom used to make when I was a kid--I decided to get a dehydrator at Walmart (hey, I was learning and growing then and still am!), looking at the Walmart meat was disgusting, thinking about drying that and eating it made my stomach turn. I bought a giant can of mixed fruit and dried it; dd and I went on an unintentional fruit cleanse/fast and I drank a ton of water and ended up detoxing. After that, I couldn't eat meat ( I think because all the meat around me was CAFO and it grossed me out).
I really dug into vegetarianism and am so glad for that time in my life coz it taught me how to cook and love whole foods and to try new things and keep at it until I liked it. I accustomed myself to soy foods; we switched to soy dairy products and went vegan. I have to say that I felt really great on a vegan diet (a lot of which was intentionally raw or flirting with fully raw for days at a time) for quite a while. At this point, I loved food again and really had no symptoms of ED unless you see the food-control aspect of veg*nism as such. Then my always high metabolism went CRAZY and I had to pack calories in. I lost a lot of weight and there was a short scary phase where my hair thinned out. So maybe not too healthy, but emotionally, I think I needed this cleansing time in my food journey. I stabilized and managed to stay pretty healthy as veg for several years.
Enter dh, the meat-lover! When he joined our home, I became lacto-ovo to accomodate cooking with him in the house and as both of us were making a compromise. He was respectful (though frustrated at times) for several more years of my need for a meatless household. At this point, I'm in college and am overjoyed to meet "vegetarian" friends who eat fish socially, sushi, or swordfish on the grill instead of veggie burgers.
Eating sushi was like a really yummy drug to me I would get such a happy endorphin rush when eating it, but then my body didn't know how to digest it, and I'd get sick. But it set me on the road of eating sea animal products, and so I was sushitarian for a few more years.
Then I got pg w/ ds. I hated people telling me that I would need meat, and even though I craved it, I stayed veg w/ a couple of fish meals here and there through the pregnancy--I think out of stubbornness I stayed veg. I did eat beef one time right before my labor--dh had a steak at a restaurant and I just impulsively asked him for some and could.not.stop eating off his plate--I think my body wanted that boost for the birth.
---I have to mention here that for about 5 years before I got pg w/ ds, I was undergoing surgeries about 2-3x/ a year (major oral work, drilling into my jaw, bone grafts, crazy) and doing really physical labor that involved working around chemicals. I couldn't eat right because of the dental work, I was tapping myself out in college and doing artwork in these toxic studios, my job was mixing glazes using chemicals--my constitution just kept getting progressively drained. I also had a damned amalgam filling during this time I got away from the toxic work while I was pregnant, but had one more major surgery right before his birth.
So all of these health issues mount and mount, I'm still vegetarian and we're just eating a ton of cheese and eggs, then ds and I got sick twice after his birth. I think I had "the flu" the real one because it knocked me down harder than I've ever been with an illness--I could barely stand for 5 minutes and just felt so exhausted and weak. I felt like I could not recover and knew that my core strength was really down. When he was about 4mo and breastfeeding heavily, my body just went into overtime craving meat. I held out for a while but finally, I daydreamed about ham and steak and chicken bone broth for about two weeks and finally I just had had enough and went and bought a whole chicken and some ground buffalo meat. I really made a conscious decision to start eating meat again and had been researching traditional foods and the need for fats in the diet. I especially feel like I needed the bone broth--medicinally, you know?
Well, here I am. I feel like this long journey has been a return to the traditional food roots of my childhood. I feel really positive about my food relationship now; it's a big part of my life and consciousness, and I have to say that I do feel healthier and calmer and have noticed that my dh is less moody as well. I also just feel a huge weight lifted off of me, and looking back, I realize that I was re-directing a lot of my food control issues from my parents/childhood into vegetarianism, but that was the path I needed to get me where I am--seeking out pastured beef and fresh dairy and eggs, growing fresh vegetables, just like where I started out in my childhood!
Sorry this got so long, but hey, you asked for it you got it!