Let me paint you a picture: It's Wednesday night after a killer HIIT session. You're hungry enough to eat the refrigerator itself. And what do you find? Nothing but condiments and mysterious tupperware. That's exactly why meal prep became my reluctant savior—not because I'm disciplined, but because I'm incredibly lazy. I'd rather spend two hours cooking on Sunday than make daily decisions about what to eat when my post-workout hunger hits crisis levels.