My dumb ass actually tried to 'meal prep' this weekend. Bought a bunch of containers and everything. Ended up making one (1) singular portion of pasta, ate it straight from the pot, and passed out on the couch for three hours. The rest of the groceries are still in the bag. My boyfriend is going to find me buried under a mountain of unused Tupperware and slightly wilted spinach. Adulting is a scam, I'm going back to bed.