I grew up in Sydney, Australia, in a house where my mum read every food label like a legal document. Sugar didn't stand much of a chance. We ate whole foods, cooked from scratch, and treated breakfast as a ritual worth sitting down for. I didn't think of it as a philosophy at the time. It was just how we ate. Moving to California at 13 changed my perspective fast. The grocery store shelves looked familiar on the outside but told a very different story on the label. I became the teenager standing in the cereal aisle putting things back. That habit never left me. I went on to compete as an athlete through high school and college, which made food personal in a new way. Energy, recovery, and sustained focus all depended on what I put in my body. Convenience mattered too, and that's where ...