Log it. They see it.
They stamp it.
Push-ups, a run, ten minutes of stretching. Hold the button — feel it charge — slam.
One feed, your people only, joined by invite code. No algorithm, no strangers.
Friends stamp your post, the day’s meter fills, first one in takes the crown.
No streaks to lose.
No guilt mechanics.
Gaps are fine.
The club just wants to see you show up. Built for small circles of friends who keep each other honest.
Pick your face for the club — smug bulldog, kung fu panda, bandito raccoon. 28 of them, all attitude.
No hearts here. Slap a loud rubber stamp on a friend’s post — they feel it land on their phone.
First one to post today wears it. Petty? Extremely. Motivating? You have no idea.
The day’s meter fills as everyone checks in. Everybody shows up and the whole screen celebrates.
See who’s online and give the slacker a poke. A finger slides onto their screen. It works.
A calendar of every day you showed up. Gaps are fine — the club just likes seeing the ink pile up.