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It's a franchise. There are more than two.

As much as I loved Adam 10 years ago, I lost that loving feeling this time. He didn't have the same spark or eagerness. Kind of visiting your high school again after you've been through 3 years of college. If this had been my only exposure to him, I would be very meh about his departure. Godspeed, Adam - hope you get to go back to doing what you do best. You seemed pretty defeated in your closing comments. Harrison must have been awful for him to beat out Katie the word stealer/interrupter. I enjoyed his comments about her more than anything else he's said or done so far. Katie appears to be the third rail of this season. Get partnered with her, you're toast. The second challenge concept was actually really great, and I liked that they admitted that the winners of this show basically end up judging other shows. Giada does not take criticism well. That was not a good look on her.

In the end, everybody has to do what works for them. Anecdotal evidence really varies. My mother was a vegetarian for 25 years for religious reasons, and considers it the worst mistake she ever made for her health. An utter disaster. I'm not surprised Dr. Now called BS on it, especially since Doug was only doing it for the bread. I also had a light bulb moment when Dr. Now pointed out that Doug was feeling better because he was ingesting his drug of choice which caused his body to release dopamine. Yep, those carbs do feel good when they go down. Pre-weight loss, I once licked a bit of frosting off my finger (as a precursor to the cake I was about to eat) and realized that I actually felt something like an electric jolt as the frosting hit my tongue and went down the gullet. I had a moment of self awareness, thinking that that probably wasn't...um...normal, and did I really want to live the rest of my life as a slave to that sensation?

Team Adam all the way, and I don't care that he's a "ringer" or he's already had his shot, lalalalalalala I can't hear you. Personal story warning: When Adam's season was on, I had a medical emergency at 30 weeks pregnant, and wound up in the hospital for several days. This was before iPads or even the hospital having WiFi, so there was nothing to do except watch TV. I watched Food Network that whole day the season premiered and watched them tease the premiere every commercial break for 10 hours straight and it was like the shining highlight of my day when it finally came on. I ended up being put on bedrest as a result of that medical episode and spent my entire summer in a bed or chair, waiting for this show to come on Sunday nights. I was invested in Adam. I mean, to a degree that doesn't even make sense and a normal person living a normal life in the outside world wouldn't understand. And then he lost to mushmouth. And I've carried that disappointment with me every damn season of this show since. So, my hook or by crook, I don't care that Adam is back. Yay, Adam, Go Adam. p.s. And my daughter was delivered healthy and full term and she turns 10 in August. :)

Rebekah: "I thought I would be here until the end." Me: "You're the only one who thought that, dear." I prefer finalists who display a modicum of humility ("I can't believe I'm a finalist!"), even if it's fake.

From Friday's sneak peek:

Once I "broke" a very low carb diet (because I had gotten a stomach bug and just -couldn't- with the low carb food that week). I ate carbs, but I wasn't bingeing. I was being bad, but not that bad. And I gained 12 pounds in one week, which shouldn't even be possible. And since I was in the 200's and James was in the 700's, I have no problem believing he could go off the hospital diet and gain 60 lbs in one week.

Surprisingly, there aren't many photos of it online. You would get a better idea from a higher perspective, but...

It IS James “Ow ma laygs”! It is!

Dear sweet good merciful lord Jesus please protect that innocent child. You have to wonder about the woman who watched his episode, saw him throwing full bedpans around the hospital room, and thought, "Yep, that's the guy for me and little Susie."

Haha, I fast-forwarded FNS until they revealed Adam and then elected to sleep and save the rest for another night. Well, if that's the case I'm happy for Amy, as she was quite good.

Adam won. I don't care why they did it, I'm glad to have him back.

On some level it probably goes back to the stereotype of "fat people are lazy".

So many people, including my own husband, cling to this idea like the the Holy Grail of Weight Loss. When I lost weight I went from 380 to 300 with diet alone, largely because I simply couldn't move very much. Now, I run 3k a day, which translates to about 350 calories. This is less than one piece of pizza or a bakery style muffin. It helps, and it does great things for my overall health, but it's not the key. My trainer used to say, weight loss is 80% what you eat "out there" (out in the world) and 20% what you do "in here" (the gym). 80/20.

You should never say "only" about losing 130 pounds. Way to go, and there's no shame in a little bounce back as long as you deal with it pronto. I'm in the same boat. You got this.

Diana's story was chicken soup for the soul. She wasn't doing it for a boyfriend, husband, or to have a baby. She just wanted to have a life again and go back home and live it with her family. She did the program like it was her job and it worked. Even with two bum knees. "I just did what you told me to do," is the best thing I've ever heard. She knew she had made her own mess, she owned it, she listened to the expert, and she fixed it. No snark for her. Way to go, girl. Edit: I LOVED what she said about her loose skin on her upper arms. Something about the "scars of her progress". I have also been very heavy in the past and am left with some pretty eye-popping bat-wings. I hate them and don't wear sleeveless things. I flirt with the idea of surgery. But there is also a part of me that is proud of them, because it means I'm not the way I used to be. I tell my 9 year old daughter that they are my "reward" and I'm happy to have them if it means I don't have to live the way I used to. I don't get the people on Skin Tight whose lives are being ruined by their extra skin. My life was being ruined by 200 extra pounds. The skin I can live with.

This was as dull as dishwater. But: - I thought Jimmy would turn out to be a disaster. He wasn't. He was actually kind of a mensch. Way to go, Erica. - Hey, sister, you acted like an unspeakable hose beast on camera last time. You're probably correct to not try again. - Random musing, Dr. Now told her at 5'5", her goal weight is 170. I wonder what formula he uses to determine this. Is he adding +30 to the normal healthy range to compensate for "forever" extra skin, or is it more complicated than that? Asking for a friend.

It's not a mystery. It's a franchise that removes lice from hair via combing and no chemicals. Given the epidemic of "super lice" in schools, this is a valuable service and there's nothing icky about it. If you have a child who comes home saying "my head itches," you'd be glad if you lived near one. One visit, lice are gone, period. There are many similar services around here, such as The Fairy Licemother and MadCaps. This has come up before and I still can't figure out why people think think it's such a foreign novelty. It's a franchise that helps people with a problem that anyone can acquire through no fault of their own.

I am also Jack's complete lack of surprise. Look for Brandy Dreier. As a Washington native transplanted to Texas, I don't blame them for wanting to go home to Washington. Leaving home is hard, but leaving it for somewhere as utterly flat, hot, humid, swampy, sprawly, generally craptastic, and culturally different from home is even harder.

“As Brandi has lost more weight, she has felt more confident and has continued pursuing dating in the hopes of meeting someone.” ”Over the last two weeks, she has been feeling sick and is worried it is morning sickness.” I literally don’t know how to make sense of those two sentences placed next to each other.

She has a whole hell of a lot of nerve to dance to "I Will Survive". I would say that song should have been reserved for the one who actually, you know, survived the pipe attack to the knee. I'm not saying she deserves to rot in hell or be miserable the rest of her life. But she did not "deserve" to be on this show (her words). She "deserved" to be stripped of her celebrity status. However, to give credit where it's due, I am 47 too and I can't do a cartwheel. She's still pretty damn athletic. But she's not a star.

From that gallery, slide 14/18. Schenee: 665 lbs to 664 lbs. I need that laughing/crying emoticon.

Short answer: because when you're this obese, your body changes and things that work for normal sized people don't work for you. Like chairs. Being that big, your ass is so huge that your spine is nowhere near the back of the chair. To actually make your back touch the back of the chair you have to lean backwards over your butt. I'm sure they'd like to be sitting up straight for the enjoyment of the viewers. Although it's self-inflicted, it's a pretty horrible life when you've crossed the line over into a place where you've become non-human in a world of humans.

And I can’t believe (truly) how much holier-than-thou judgment and gratuitous self-congratulation is going on over a lady who on a scale of 1-to-Schenee is about a -2.

So, I have a confession to make. Sometimes I have piles of laundry around my house. It's definitely obvious that children live here. There is more clutter than I'm comfortable with, and yet I don't do anything about it (usually). Sometimes I go days without putting on lipstick, eyeliner, or even doing much with my hair other than the time-honored "15-second mom ponytail" at 6:30 a.m. I wear yoga pants all day, even though I don't do yoga. I gained 70 lbs with each of my first two pregnancies and it was damn easy. I lose weight, then gain weight, then lose weight again. I snack on things I shouldn't snack on, and then hate myself for it. I cannot create a mouth-watering variety of delicious meals out of Dr. Now-approved ingredients, nor can I create a Dr. Now-approved meal out of any ingredients from anywhere, including a convenience store. I don't even want to. And yet, my husband thinks I'm pretty groovy, as do my 3 children. They are happy in my less-than-perfect house with my less-than-perfect meals. One day, I will die, and I hope my children's main memories of me are of love and fun and laughter, not how clean I did or didn't keep the house or if I wore lipstick at the right times. Yes, my life is in better shape than Melissa's, but I AM NOT BETTER THAN MELISSA. Bless her heart, she is a flawed but genuine person who has the guts to let strangers take a peek into her life, the good, bad, and ugly. (The flashback of her showing that weird dangling thing between her legs that Dr. Now was going to remove? Holy shit.) Based on many of the comments here, I'm not sure such transparency is such a great idea, but she sure is brave. I really like the Try video by Cobie Callait. Reading this thread reminds me why.