I think you're sauceome.

Stressful day at work, all my energy sapped, too exhausted to try to cook anything. I made myself a big plate of nachos almost without thinking about it. I ate them without thinking about it. I walked back into the kitchen like a zombie looking for more food. I walked back in there a few times, actually. I’m lucky that we don’t have any quick and easy junk food on hand right now, or I probably would have eaten a lot more before I came to my senses.

It’s amazing the things you do without thinking about it. Once I realized I was trying to comfort a stressy soul with bad food, I decided to take a long hot bath with many nice smelling things in it. Hooray!

It’s a weird instinct, isn’t it? You’re sad, or depressed, or stressed out, and your mind thinks you can fix it with the very worst food out there, which only makes you feel worse. At least I’m getting better at recognizing it, right?