I am aware of my breathing and my weight against the chair. If I follow in through the void, to my deepest center point, there is always a longing to be close to Hashem. For years I ate myself away from the pain of this longing, trying to fill it with food and frantic activities. It is always there, beneath every surface. It can motivate a person to obsession or to greatness.
Eating is holy work.
G-d tells us this. This is our own task. When we sit down to break bread, our table will be either a battleground or an altar. Every time we eat, we have the privilege of making this choice.