[applause] For years, I thought survival was the same thing as living. For most of my life, food was just fuel, something to keep me going, not something to enjoy. In the religious cult where I was raised, eating wasn't about joy.It was about obedience. Every meal was a duty and every bite a reminder that we had to stay in line. We ate to honor the Lord to keep our bodies working for his purpose and the rulebook for all 86,400 seconds of every day.The rulebook that shaped my childhood dictated everything fr ...