I’m a standard-issue stress eater. I also like to work out.

When I’m really feeling the stress, even though I will tell myself at that time to just hang on and hit the gym later, the food is that much more of an instant fix that it wins out more often than not.

I’m sure that’s not just the actual food itself, but also the easy availability of it, and probably subliminal cultural factors such as advertising. But partly, yeah, it’s that my ancestors evolved to love eating when they had food, and their gift to me is that same desire in a world of endless plenty.