Sometimes, eating feels wonderful.
Using food as a substitute for the lack of emotions (or as a suppression of the overflow of emotions), can make me feel a lot better emotionally.
However, as minutes progress, pounds seem to.
And then I'm sick inside.
Again.
And I won't eat for days.
But it's as I eat, the very moment I eat, that's it fufilling. Emphasis on "filling".
As someone has said, it fills a void, of sorts.