
Patty leaned back in her chair, eyes narrowing as she scrutinized Joe across the cluttered office desk. “Whole food plant based? Joe, you know I’m already eating healthier than most. What’s the deal with this sudden push?”
Joe grinned, unfazed by Patty’s skepticism. He leaned forward, hands animated as he spoke. “It’s not just about ‘eating healthy,’ Patty. It’s about fueling your body right. You know we’re athletes, we’re supposed to set an example.”
Patty chuckled, shaking her head. “Since when did you become such an advocate for plant-based diets? Last I checked, you were the one bringing in leftover pizza after our late-night shifts.” She pushed a stack of papers towards him, smirking.
Joe ignored the papers, his gaze steady on Patty. “I’ve done my research. You should see the difference it’s made for me – more energy, better performance, and I sleep like a baby.”
Patty snorted, but Joe pressed on, undeterred. He pulled out his phone, swiping through photos of colorful, vibrant meals. “Look at these,” he said, sliding the phone across the desk. “I’ve been making all this stuff at home. It’s not as hard as it looks, and it tastes great.”
Patty picked up the phone, scrolling through the photos with a raised eyebrow. “It does look… impressive.” She paused, then met Joe’s gaze. “But I don’t have time to spend hours in the kitchen, Joe. You know that.”
Joe nodded understandingly. “I get it, Patty. That’s why I started meal prepping on Sundays. It takes an hour tops, and you’re set for the week.” He leaned back, arms crossed. “Give it a try. If you don’t like it after a month, I’ll eat my vegan hat.”
Patty laughed, handing him back his phone. “Alright, Joe. You’ve got yourself a deal. But if I end up looking like a rabbit with carrots sticking out of my ears, I’m blaming you.”


