As John drank his late afternoon protein shake, Shannon asked if he had hit his daily macros as he was "looking pretty tiny". It HAS to be 1.8 grams per kilogram (Lemon, 1995). Feeling insecure about his complacency, John bolted off to the gym to hit some weights and take out his frustrations with how loose his jeans have been fitting lately. After a heated training session, covered in the sweat of overcompensation, John returned home almost defeated until he saw that the woman that decided John was worthy of her had made him his favorite dish; plain and overcooked chicken breasts with a side of mushy broccoli. His macros were met and they lived another day in caloric surplus. It was at that moment Shannon proposed to him. The end.