When I grew up, I always ate Frosties Kelloggs.
I had to start being aware of what I ate, what I’m planning to eat and take my twice-daily medication accordingly. That’s not so difficult now, but when you’re 10 years old, it’s tough, let me tell you.
My dad and sister are vegetarian and I was brought up as one, but I ate a bit of fish and meat. After the attack my oesophagus melted and I had to have plastic stents put into my throat to rebuild it, so I couldn’t swallow and I was fed via a high-calorie drip through my stomach.
No one cares what you ate for breakfast. Unless it’s something really spectacular, don’t tweet me your breakfast, I don’t care.
The Doctor character originated from playing Halo 2 on the Xbox and it had proximity chat where you could engage with someone in real-time on the microphone, and I loved that; I ate that up.
I turned down a lot of parts, and I ate a lot of canned tuna for dinner because I was just like, ‘No, I don’t want to do that; no, that’s awful.’ But sticking to my guns paid off, and I can look back now and be proud that I refused to take any stereotypical Asian parts.
The guy was infected with bird flu because he took a sick chicken, slaughtered it and and then ate it.
I ate ostrich. I’m not very proud of it. I was going through a very experimental period and probably during foot and mouth. It was exquisite, but I felt very guilty.
I was greedy and ate in that unselfconscious way teenagers do, constantly grazing and eating when I wasn’t hungry.
So, I lived at the Beijing Opera, I ate there, I learned a craft. And the money we made went into the company.
I was a mindless eater. I ate for comfort. I also ate out of boredom and habit.
I remember playing a high school basketball game where I didn’t eat anything for breakfast. I ate, you know, like a PB and J and some chips for lunch and nothing before the game. I didn’t make it through the first quarter. I wish I hadn’t have learned that way, but it did leave a lasting impression.
I would like to know what politicians eat on the campaign trail, what Picasso ate in his pink period, what Walt Whitman ate while writing the verse that defined America, what mid-westerners bring to potlucks, what is served at company banquets, what is in a Sunday dinner these days, and what workers bring for lunch.
I redefined how I ate and exercised and have continued to keep that up because it feels great.
I was actually born and raised in Puerto Rico. I moved to the States when I was 19. I was very impressed early on by being around people who spoke my language and ate the same food and listened to the same music, dressed the same. But then you look around and, you know, you’re not in Puerto Rico.
I grew up surrounded by two farms and their fields. My earliest memories are of our mongrel dog running around and cows looking in the window while we ate our tea.
During my pregnancy I ate healthily, stayed fit and carried well.
I always ate healthy, but it wasn’t scientific. Now it’s a high-protein diet and no carbohydrates. I have more consistent energy, and I don’t get tired after a meal. It does take a very detailed meal plan.
Growing up, I ate, slept and breathed hockey. I got home from school, I shot pucks, played outdoor hockey, road hockey, go home for dinner… Remember this is pre-Internet, barely any video games, I had a Commodore Vic-20. If you weren’t doing your homework, you were outside playing hockey, most likely.
I know my husband really loves me because he takes me to have ribs. He says I’m the only girl he ever took out who actually ate anything on her plate, as opposed to pushing it around.
I read that book ‘Fat is a Feminist Issue’, got a bit desperate halfway through and ate it.
I even ate chips because I love the crunchy sound they make. And I didn’t give much thought to what I was eating or what I was putting inside my body, except hummus, of course, which is one of my weaknesses.
Well, after I had the heart attack, it was a very simple choice. What the doctor told me I did and I did it religiously. I ate nothing but lean turkey breast or chicken breast or a piece of fish that was very lean. I mean I stayed away from everything.
There are times, like after a long day of work, when the thought of an easy drive-through is enticing. But then I remember how crappy I felt when I ate fast food in the past, and it inspires me to head to the grocery store or my local farmer’s market and whip up an easy but healthier option.
When I was young, I ate Ho Hos every day.
When I was 5 and my sister was 3, we went on a family trip, and she ate cheese off the floor at an airport. My mother, a germaphobe, got very upset. My sister, of course, got a stomach virus, and ever since then, I have an aversion to cheese.
I ate ants. They weren’t that bad.
I was very skinny, but that was just my natural build. I always ate sensibly – being thin was in my genes.
I’m naturally greedy and would end up the size of a house if I ate all I wanted all of the time.
I was born in Toronto and studied with the National Ballet of Canada. I went to school to study dance, slept on the floor, ate nothing, waitressed – and then there was a Mary J. Blige audition.
I don’t know what first got me to attack melons. It’s not like I ate a bad one and got an upset stomach. It just eventually seemed like the appropriate fruit.
I do the same exercises I did 50 years ago and they still work. I eat the same food I ate 50 years ago and it still works.
I enjoyed playing everywhere, especially my mother’s garden and my neighbor’s. I loved my kindergarten. We sang songs; we played everywhere and ate lunch. I had a childhood that I would wish for anyone.
We lived, ate, and breathed pop songs.
I wasn’t strong enough to have an eating disorder. I tried to go anorexic for a good three hours. I ate ice and celery, but that’s not even anorexic. And I quit. I was like, ‘Ma, can you make me a sandwich? Like, immediately.’
We tracked every single thing that I ate and calculated everything on a computer program called NutriTiming. It wasn’t always easy and certainly wasn’t always fun.
I think there’s always some good reason to try and modernize most period things, because at the end of the day, they may have, I suppose, used a different language or a different etiquette, but ultimately, these are still people that loved and breathed and lived and ate and weed and pooed just like we do now.
My dad loves to cook. I’m half Thai, and growing up, that’s all we ate in my house. My dad was very big on the idea that dinnertime and cooking time was also family time.
I ate some pretty funky, authentic Chinese food in Hong Kong. There was an egg from some bird that’s not a chicken. I can’t remember what it was, but it was green and brown and not very tasty.
In high school I was an outcast… I wasn’t cool to hang out with. I ate my lunch in a bathroom stall because that was the one place I could go where I wouldn’t been seen.
In 1970, television ate my family. The Andy Warhol prophecy of 15 minutes of fame for any and everyone blew up on our doorstep.
I was standing in the street with people walking past me and I could feel my face evaporating. I thought I was on fire as the acid ate at my skin.
For the first year I lived in New York, I never ate out. I literally just ate lentils and brown rice at home. Sometimes I’d treat myself to this half chicken from Chinatown that cost $3.50.
In the last camp they all ate grass, until the authorities forbade them to pull it up. They were accustomed to having the fruits of their little communal gardens stolen by the guards, after they had done all the work; but at the last camp everything was stolen.
Things were so bad we ate rabbits that neighbours had run over and gave to us because they knew we were broke.
Today’s builders and town planners believe people inhabit ‘places’. Yet medieval towns were perfect examples of what planners seek: densely populated, walkable communities in which people ate local, seasonal food, and rich and poor lived in close proximity.
I was raised by vegan parents, and we ate out of my backyard garden for my whole life.
For years, I ate the same foods every day, in exactly the same manner, at exactly the same times.
I told my doctor I get very tired when I go on a diet, so he gave me pep pills. Know what happened? I ate faster.
I didn’t bother with trash-talking people’s moms, wives, or girlfriends. I was like, ‘Hold on, man, you mean to tell me you’re making $10 million a year? That’s $9 million, $999,999 too much!’ That ate them up.
The whole narrative of the ‘Return to the Land’ was completely PR spin. Fans ate it up because it painted LeBron as the hero coming back to save Cleveland from obscurity.
I hate chickpeas. I like hummus but I ate that before I realised it was made out of chickpeas.
I ate a bug once. It was flying around me. I was trying to get it away. It went right in my mouth. It was so gross!
And I could always count on that day because, those who love good Jet’s Pizza understand that one slice of Jet’s Pizza is like 400 calories. So I knew if I ate 8-10 slices, I would be able to maintain my weight for that week and basically kind of boost it for our weigh-in on Friday.
When I ate slowly and deliberately, giving myself time to consider whether I actually wanted that next bite, I often discovered that I didn’t.
