Stress makes me eat junk.
On a purely rational and logical level, I know that stress doesn’t make me do anything – *I* make myself eat complete junk when I’m stressed out. Somehow, salad and stress are not synonymous; I crave gummy bears[*], licorice[*], deep-fried pickles[**], and spicy-crispy sushi rolls[***]. I eat the cookies on the [...]