While reading this, I thought of my own childhood. We had enough food, and always had to eat everything on our plates. If we didn't, we had to stay at the table until it was finished. Up to today, I still find it difficult to leave food on my plate. Sweets were something we almost never had. Maybe once a week, sometimes once a month. I've gone through a time in my adult years where I ate sweet after sweet, and didn't want to share. I even got up in the middle of the night to eat it. I believe it's because of my youth. I don't do that anymore, but I always wondered if there was something psychological at play.