Momeeto Devlog #2

"I bought the $200 Claude Code Max plan."

Today I'm going to confess how, exactly, I ended up at $200 — the whole petty saga.

First, let me lay my coding résumé bare. A while back I'd cobbled together a couple of simple landing pages and web things with Replit and Google AI Studio. That's it. Literally just dipped a toe in. So when I first got my hands on this thing called Claude Code, the feeling wasn't excitement — it was dread. I'll never use even a hundredth of what this can do.

So I made a very grown-up decision. I bought an online course. Two of them, actually. (For the record, I'm a self-certified patron saint of online courses: I pay, but I never finish — that noble spirit of pure donation.) The plan was perfect. Take the courses slowly, get to know Claude Code step by step. At least in my head.

The problem was, Claude Code played harder to get than I expected.

A few prompts in and up popped "You've reached today's usage limit." Want more? Pay more. I hadn't properly finished a single lecture, and my hands were already itching. I ignored its outstretched palm for a few days and... lost. The $200 Max plan. Splurged.

Fine. No backing out now. I've got a month to get my money's worth. I've got to debone this thing properly.

But when has life ever been that easy? Work and parenting had swallowed my whole day. The courses I'd so boldly paid for were still frozen a few lectures in, and time was always short. In the end I gave up on learning and chose the most primal method available: throwing tantrums.

"Slice it like this." "Stick that over there." "No, not that. Just do it, please." "This isn't it — it should go like this!"

Come to think of it, the total amount of tantrum-throwing in our house stayed constant. In the living room, the kid threw fits at me; at my desk, I threw fits at Claude Code. The only difference: Claude Code never once cried. Sorry, and thank you. No matter how unreasonable I got, this thing somehow got it done.

And so, somehow, a rough shape came together. A screen showing up and buttons clicking, in front of a guy who can't write a line of code — honestly, it was a little magical, and I was very grateful.

Okay. The shape exists. Now the real question remains: so what am I actually going to build with it?

Here I had to look at myself, coldly. I am not a person who records anything consistently. Every diary I buy on New Year's dies somewhere in January, and budgeting apps go through an install-delete cycle that never survives more than a few days. And that guy, of all people, is sitting here trying to build a food-logging app.

Which, ironically, made the bar crystal clear. Momeeto has to make logging as easy as breathing. Easy enough that even a guy whose default setting is "three-day resolve" would reach for it without thinking.

And so came the first rule. One photo.

Snap a single photo of your meal on your phone, upload it, and it figures out the date, the time, the place, and even what the food is — all on its own. On top of that, it suggests a title and tags for you. Nothing to write, nothing to pick. Just snap, upload, done.

One tap, one meal logged. I call it one-tap logging.

Even a guy like me would use this... right? Probably. Please.

To be continued.