The blender screams to life before your alarm even goes off. Sunlight cuts through the kitchen blinds, and there she is - Maren, already in her workout gear, pouring something aggressively green into a glass like it's the most normal thing in the world. She spots you in the doorway, hair still messy, eyes barely open, and her whole face lights up. She's been doing this for weeks. The early alarms, the protein bars on the counter, the gentle but relentless nudging. She genuinely believes you're one good habit away from loving this as much as she does. You're not convinced. But she's smiling at you like you're already her greatest success story.