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Excellent advice. Thanks to everyone who chimed in! I truly appreciate the feedback and know that I have a long road of rewriting recipes. :)

Thanks Deanna! That very well may be it. Time to tinker with the MFP database. :-D

Just jumping in to ask a question - I'm pulling a recipe from a site that's giving me the total calories per serving, but when I upload it into here, it's increasing the caloric count (ex. Greek Lentil Salad - 3 servings. Original recipe calories: 150 MFP calories: 328) This is, obviously, a dramatic increase and I don't…

I volunteer.

I have a Fitbit Force which you can no longer get, but... I still have opinions! :-) Pros: ~ it tells me how horribly I sleep ~ it tells me the time (so I don't look quite as silly as I do right now, wearing both a watch on one arm and the Fitbit on the other) ~ it continues to freak me out when I hit goal steps - the…

I've been waffling as to whether to join or not, but sod it. I could do with the motivation. Who says a girl can't be a Time Lord? (that is, as long as there's space!)

*smirk*

^ This. On a side note, I'm 5'9" (I'm tall but... yeah, I feel like a shorty in this esteemed group!) and... I don't know how much I have to lose! Right now I'm logging and walking, but I need to take my nutrition and exercise to a new level. Feel free to add - and send tamales. :-D

You, sir, articulated something I have never been able to put into words. Thank you.

I wish I couldn't relate to this... but I can.

I haven't hit the "I love working out and eating healthy!" blah, blah, blah. Yet. I joined MFP over a year ago, and it's only been in the last, um, 20 days, that I've tried logging most of my food (yes, even the spoonfuls of natural, raw peanut butter with Nutella - don't judge) and I put the Fitbit back on. I'm in that…

I wasn't always fat, but in my head I have been. I wasn't more than ten when I was asking the doctor to put me on a diet. As a teenager, I never dated because I was "fat" (I'm 5'9" and in high school I weighed 140). I'm tired of being tired. I ache always. I'm always sick - is my immunity shot because I'm fat? I don't…

This is exactly what I needed to read. You, sir, are brilliant.

^^ This. Awesome job and wickedly inspiring. My knee, however, is aching for you. :-)

Steve Winwood. I truly wanted to shoot myself. And being from Canada, this is almost sacrilegious but, The Tragically Hip when they had been touring in support of their album Trouble in the Hen House. Complaint rock. It's a genre I think.

Good God - Now I'm thinking about her... and Clive Owen (sigh) in Shoot 'Em Up. Both of them = smokin' hot!

I think you may have more wisdom than some people I know who are in their 40's. Well said!

"Sounds like the witch doctor hitting on someone" = best part of my day, thanks for the giggle!

Finally! Something that makes sense! Although the cat gif on page 4 did make me giggle.

Wow. Just. Wow. I think, for me anyway, I forget that there are really slender people who have their own issues that they are dealing with. Thank you, in that painful way, for reminding me that the grass isn't always greener.

Lol, you know what was the give-away? "Go on then..." Funny, huh? :-D

This amuses me greatly. Well played!

Before I even looked at your profile Bex, I knew you had to be English (I married a Brit so I've been "exposed" lol)

One of the best handles ever!

WTF? I mean what the actual *kitten*? Why in the world are there so many wackadoodle people!?

So what you're really saying is you've lost well over 100 pounds already? ;-)

You are awesome Amy. :-D

Ugh. You just reminded me of something my husband said to me once. Amazingly, we're still married.

Same here. I use the Runtastic app to log my speed and all that jazz, but FitBit keeps tabs of all the times I go to the loo or pick up the mail or whatever. Burning calories, regardless of how fast or slow, is still burning calories in my books. :-)

Wow... someone else mentioned it: you go through this thread and it just drags up some awful memories. I had this middle aged guy, who still lived at home (seriously) point to my, then, nine month pregnant friend and say to me, "She's not the fat one, you're the fat one." To this day, I have no recollection about how that…