No forms. No barcode scanning. No fifteen-tap food logs. What follows is one week of a real life — every entry spoken out loud, exactly the way people actually talk.
Hesitations, half-sentences, your mom's lasagna. It understands how people actually talk — because that's the only way logging survives a real life.
Calories estimated, sleep and movement tracked, every domain scored — out of your sentence, not a barcode database.
Sunday's answer came from Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. That's the point: not a diary. A memory that does the math.
Names, amounts, times, flags — parsed out of a sentence, not picked from dropdowns. No database ever saw her dinner coming.
Most trackers are built for one imaginary user — same plate, same targets, same gym. Salamati starts from your profile and meets you in your own kitchen, in your own words. If your dinner doesn't live in a barcode database, it lives in a sentence. That's enough.
Her week. Yours next.
It's what you say in Farsi when the glasses go up — a wish, out loud, that the people you love stay well. We took the saying literally: speak, and your health listens back.