It comes second nature to us. Perhaps it has been a bad day, a bad week, a bad month.
[Bring on the chocolate and potato chips and ice cream.]
As life spirals away from us, as we watch our wants and desires slip between our grasping fingers, there is comfort in the taste of something delicious. A fleeting optimism on the heels of the fat and sugar sliding down our collective gullet.
[I may not be able to control my circumstances but I can try to fill the emptiness with something.]
Eating away our sorrow. It is the American way.