Why does everyone feel the innate urge to start a log about the most trivial crap imaginable? I have no problems with the occassional fat-loss/new routine/pre-contest type logs, in moderation. But I hope that I speak for a number of readers when I say: I don’t really give a damn if you want to go from looking like a late Marlon Brando to the next Men’s Health cover model.
Just like I don’t care to read about 13,957,384 different women that seem to think that all they have to do is fit back into that little black number and bam, they’re Figure Contest material.
I realize it’s a hopeless expectation to ask that people stop with the mundane cries for emotional support; all I hope is that less people feel the urge to start a resolution log every New Year, or Saturday night visit to IHOP.