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It was Wednesday again. That meant for Dominik today there was rice, peas, lentils and chicken breast. No butter. Just a teaspoon of oil. Dominik stands in front of his kitchen scales and looks down at his precisely weighed portion of rice. “Not one grain of rice too much…”, he thinks to himself as he adds the previously weighed vegetables and chicken to the rice. “The same meal every Wednesday…”, he thinks to himself and takes his plate with him. He sits down in the kitchen and looks at the clock. 12:54 in the afternoon. “About 1 hour until I have to go to the gym... I feel kind of tired today...”, Dominik sighs and starts to empty his plate with monotonous movements. The taste is slowly getting on his nerves. Every day there is a fixed meal that he has to eat again and again every week. Even during his bulking phases, he has to eat what his aunt tells him to eat. Spontaneous eating only happens on Sundays and even then he has to watch his calories. Every bite he swallowed felt like a