I used to think meal prepping meant spending my entire Sunday hunched over a kitchen island, surrounded by mountains of Tupperware and enough kale to feed a small village. It felt more like a second job than a way to save time, and frankly, it was exhausting. We’ve all been there—staring into a fridge full

I remember sitting on my floor three years ago, surrounded by half-finished furniture projects and a mountain of unread emails, staring at a lukewarm cup of coffee like it held the secrets to the universe. I wasn’t just tired; I was hollow. The internet kept telling me that learning how to recover from burnout required