This worthwhile confessional offers an important perspective against America's favorite dietary drug that's in EVERYTHING and kills way more people than all other illicit narcotics combined given that global consumer interests profit from the public digging their own grave with a spoon.
I eat when I'm happy. I eat when I'm sad. Hell, I'll even break bread when I'm pensive, overwhelmed, giddy or on the cusp of a nervous breakdown. If that makes me an emotional eater-well, so be it. I fit in nicely with 84.2% of the American public.