Classic emotional eating here, but mostly boredom, anger, stress, and feeling not nurtured.

Anger and stress are the big ones. My downstairs neighbors are really obnoxious. One of them has a kid who comes to visit on the weekends and it's non-stop screaming and tantrum-throwing as long as the kid is awake. There have been times when I've been perfectly fine, reading or doing some other peaceful activity, heard the kid shrieking, gotten up, marched right into the kitchen, and ripped into a box of crackers. I don't know what's more satisfying, sinking my teeth into the food or slamming the cupboard shut. (Yes, I know, that's just throwing a tantrum right back.) Forget trying to talk to these people. They're absolutely oblivious in their lack of consideration.

I'm chewing a piece of gum right now and just caught myself really chomping simply thinking of them. I'll admit it: I hate them. They actually make me look forward to Mondays, when the kid is gone and they're at work, so I can have some peace and quiet.