By NATALIA HAWK
If anyone needs me, I’ll be in the jungle regions of Mexico where there’s no iPhone reception.
You see, my worst nightmares have all come together and manifested in the form of a horrible, horrible app.
The app is called “Gym Shamer”. Basically, if you took an evil mother-in-law, a stubbed toe, a really cheap glass of wine and every other miserable experience in the world, and put them all together, you would get this app.
This douchebag of an app takes note of those optimistic gym goals you made at the beginning of the year when you were probably still drunk off champagne and sunshine. If you tell it that you want to go to the gym six times a week, it will take note. It then TRACKS YOUR GYM VISITS via Foursquare check-ins to make sure that you actually stick with your fitness goal. Your ridiculous and unattainable fitness goal (“Of COURSE I’ll take up yogalates, never miss a spin class and train for a triathon by March!”).
But wait, because it gets worse. If you slack off, Gym Shamer sends a message to ALL YOUR FACEBOOK AND TWITTER FRIENDS to tell them that you haven’t been going to the gym. All of them. Including your mum, your work colleagues, and the ex-boyfriend you’ve been meaning to delete for six months.