I wrote recently that I have fairly poor eating habits despite much effort on the part of my parents who do have better sense with regard to food.
Part of the problem may have been a counter-lesson involving food-as-reward. We were fairly poor growing up, so getting a pizza (which was a fairly new thing back then) or ice cream was our reward for good grades in school.
I always got pretty good grades in school (although not really for the food reward; I just really liked learning). But food did become associated with good times, not that there’s nothing wrong with that. I seem to have dodged the bullet of using food as comfort, but I have discovered I eat more when bored or frustrated.
I was on a supply run to the grocery store this morning and was stuck behind a 
Logos con carne 