So, eat hard boiled eggs. Make a batch on Sunday. Keep them in the fridge like little protein grenades ready for action.
They’ll save you from vending machine sadness. They’ll make your lunch feel less like a punishment. They are the snack you never knew you needed, but absolutely rely on.
Go boil some right now. I’m serious. Put the kettle on. You won’t regret it. And if you do, blame me. I can take it. I’ve got a whole bowl of deviled eggs to comfort me.
