Chicken fried rice disease

As the title says, my office gives me free lunch and dinner everyday along with the macro values for each dish. However, I'm skeptical on how accurate these values are. For example, a bowl of rice with grilled chicken pieces is said to have 800-ish kcal and 40-ish grams of protein, which doesn't seem to be true.
I'm trying to eat at a maintenance and after trusting the provided macros for a few days, my weight has gone down. This is compared to when I'm only eating my own cooking on weekends and my weight remained more or less the same.
A friend of mine said that he also doesn't believe in the macros written there and instead just eyeballs it. But I don't know if that's the best method.
Should I continue trusting the macros and have the app adjust to these inaccuracies as long as they are inaccurate consistently?

I would like to start off, please don't just say "Hi" I would like to hear at least a little bit about you such as age, gender and hobbies :<
Hi! Male 18 Arkansas! Looking for somebody to talk to and hopefully get along with, hopefully we can become something more than friends? I'd prefer that over anything. Also, don't ghost me? I'm tired of being ghosted :>
My cons, I can't drive at the moments but I'm working my way to get there. I will have my license soon!
I'm also slightly chubby but my height kinda fixes it. I'm around 6 feet tall and weigh around 230lbs
I play games alot or sleep alot.
I'm very clingy and I get attached way to easily
My pros?
I can cook! I can make really good fried chicken and homemade baked Mac n cheese so if you ever want some im your guy :3
I try my best to be sweet and kind
I'm a pretty big nerd (not book smart but random fact smart)
And I have a cat!
I also love stuffed animals and I really hope to be able to make a collection someday
My interests/hobbies Include: playing games, drawing, watching tv/YouTube, listening to music, cooking, and learning useless lore about things.
Now, I don't really have a type, I love all shapes and sizes of people (although I do prefer chubby people! It means they know how to eat well) but please don't hesitate to dm me! I'm sure that as long as you aren't too manipulative or toxic well be fine!
And my age range? Please don't be over 25. Anything over just kinda makes me feel uneasy :<
I really hope to talk to you!!!!

Oil, salt, pepper, and garlic powder for the smoker. Took it to about 140, then soaked in a buttermilk and Franks Red Hot mix for 2 hours, then breaded in a flour and spice mix and fried until in peanut oil. A little honey and hot sauce is highly recommended!

That’s cheese sauce on top of some chicken. Macaroni, and Fried Rice. Droool

Does anyone use leftovers for breakfast? Like, one of my favorite breakfasts is egg fried rice. Or, a breakfast burrito. I just take the leftover fillings, toss it in a pan add scrambled eggs & wrap in a soft burrito shell. Or even hard taco shells. Breakfast tacos.

Has anyone ever tried doing this? Chicken stock isn't my favorite base. But Dashi has a fishy taste, would this ruin the dish? I wouldn't think so.. But haven't tried yet.
I recently tried another version, taking out the potatoes. I pour the thick soup over rice and treat it like I would a curry dish. That one worked out so well I actually prefer it over the original.

I’m going to lunch with my fiancés family tomorrow and I’d really prefer to go with something calorie conscious!

Species: pitbull/australian cattle dog/lab mix Age: 3 Sex: male neutered Breed: same as above Body weight: 60 lbs History: dog has had Giardia in the past about five months ago. New onset of diarrhea within the last 36 hours with stool becoming progressively softer with each bowel movement. Dog had diarrhea four days ago with a tinge of blood but symptoms improved. Energy levels remain unaffected until yesterday. We took the dog to the vet this afternoon and they took a stool sample and gave him a bolus of IV fluids. They also got him on metronidazole 250 mg every 12 hrs and Fenbendazole.
The first time he had Giardia, he never had blood . We have been feeding him chicken and rice and he has had about one cup of food. Last movement was six hours prior to current one. Current movement was liquid brown with yellow bile and spots of mucousy blood. The blood wasn’t substantial, but definitely noticeable.
Clinical signs: lethargy noted as of this afternoon, but unknown if it is related to medication. Aside from that energy levels have been unaffected. Waiting on lab results for stool sample.
Duration: 36 hours ago, diarrhea began. Blood happened 30 minutes ago.
General location: ABQ, NM
image of latest BM.

Sweat dripped down Don Carmichel’s face, the sweltering air stank of sulfur. His ankle twisted in in the opposite direction, bits of bone were poking through his dungarees. He dragged himself toward the entrance, gravel cut into his hands. Sharp pain agonized his every move, the torn muscle in his leg screamed. He crawled toward door, he only to get out and seal the exit. It was supposed to have been a simple plan, but simple plans don’t succeed in the face of the enemy.
Donald Carmicheal was a private investigator just outside of Baltimore Maryland. He had grown tired of spying on unfaithful couples and answered an add in the hills of Pennsylvania. B&N Mining were in search of a good spy to infiltrate their workers. Whispers of a Union traveled and the mining company had no tolerance for a strike. The country was still reeling from the Battle of Blair Mountain a few years prior.
Don agreed to the assignment and began to work as a miner. The hours were long and hard in the dark coal mines. He would cough up black soot every night and his body ached. He overheard the fellow workers talk about being paid poorly and in company scrip. They would go to work injured because they couldn’t afford a doctor and most of them looked half starved. Don didn’t blame them for wanting better pay and it was hard for him not to take thier side, but he was hired to do a job for B&N.
The workers spoke of a rally lead by Stanly Collins, a member of the United Mine Workers. Stanly traveled and began unions in various mining towns around Pennslyvania and West Virginia. His voice was loud and charismatic, and within him the worn faces of the workers found hope .
Don reported this to the Higher Ups, and they assigned the private investigator with finding any dirt on Stanly. The man was clean, didn’t drink, didn’t so much as smoke, went to church and doted on his ten year old son. There was no talk of a wife, so Don figured the man was a widower.
The higher ups thought about killing Stanley in an accident, but that would make him a martyr and the workers would strike to spite B&N. No, they needed to create a distraction for Mr. Collins, a way to stop him in his tracks. Mr. Collins had a ten year old son, Caleb, that son was their advantage.
They asked Don to catch him and hide him in a mine shaft until . It would only be for a couple of days, and the boy would be unhurt. All he had to do was keep an eye on him, after Mr. Collins agreed to call off the strike his boy would be returned back to him unharmed, it was as simple as that.
The prospect didn’t sit well with Don, but who was he to argue with the Higher Ups, he’d seen how they handled defiance before. Getting fired and evicted would be the least of his problems if he were to disobey.
The Higher Ups told Stanly’s son Caleb worked as hurrier for the mine. He would load coal carts and help push them through narrow passages that grown men were too big to fit through. Caleb would report the horrible conditions back to his Papaw and his Papaw would run his mouth to the UMW. It wouldn’t be hard to find Caleb after a shift and catch him.
Don walked on over to where the hurriers worked, the shaft was so short that he had to walk bent over. He jumped as a mine cart sideswiped him, the small brat pushing it yelled out “ watch where you’re going mister.” Don didn’t pay him no mind, the whelp would grow bow legged and stooped, succumbing to black lung like the rest of his unwashed brethren.
Don was saving Caleb from a life of servitude. Even if he followed in his father’s footsteps and organized unions, how much better could the bowls of the earth be? There’d always be hard work and heavy coal, no union would change that.
He found Caleb with a group of other boys. Soot covering his face, only white sleeveless shirt and dungarees. A boy his age should be fishing or playing in the woods , not digging in no mine shaft. His father’s hypocrisy knew no bounds when it came to getting his agenda across. If Stanly Collins cared about his son, he would be in school, along with all the other children.
Don walked up to the boy and kneeled to his level. “Are you Caleb Collins?”
“Yes Sir,” said the boy. His voice sounded tired and older than his years.
“I have some bad news, you’re daddy has been hurt awful bad, and I need you to come with me.”
Instead of looking surprised, Caleb stared at him with deep black eyes. The stare made Don’s blood turn cold.
“It’s urgent, he…uh… he needs you now,” Don managed to stutter out, his tongue had turned to clay.
“Yes Sir,” was all the boy said.
Don’s stomach dropped in that moment and he almost reconsidered his plan. He took a deep breath. Donald Carmicheal wasn’t terrified of no ten year old. He was going to take him somewhere deep in the mine and hold him until his daddy agreed to negotiate with the Higher Ups.
As he led the boy deeper down the mine shaft Don’s uneasiness grew. He thought about quitting, telling boy the truth and letting him go back to work, hell, letting the boy leave the mine all together. But the higher ups would put his head on a pike if he even considered this to be an option.
“Where are ya taken me?” asked Caleb. His voice had gone flatter and his whole eyes had turned solid black for a second.
“It… It’s just a little further down the mine shaft, son.”
“I ain’t your son! My daddy works on the upper levels, why ain’t you bringing me there?”
“Y…You’re father was on a special project with us, please it’s just a little further-”
“No he ain’t , the owner’s of this here mine would never let him in on a higher project.”
“D... don’t make this hard for me, boy.”
“You have no idea who I am, do you sir?”
Don turned around and once again, Caleb’s eyes went coal black. Inky tendrils of shadow formed and went up the walls of the mine. Stone cracked and crumbled around them. The boy’s skin cracked and peeled into oozing sores as he crept towards him.
“What in hell are you?” Don began to run up the mineshaft, but the inky coils formed on the rocks around him, forming fissures and cracks. The air turned hot and stank of sulfur as the mine began to crumble underneath them.
“I think you already know.” Caleb’s voice turned flat and was so deep it made Don nauseous and uneasy. It was old scratch himself, coming to collect on his soul. He should have sided with Stanly and the miners. He could have found an assignment with the UMW and helped turn the situation on thier side. Helped them organize a strike so it gave them doctors and schools but now it was too little too late.
Caleb followed him , his tendrils grasping for Don through the stone. The child’s skin flaked off as oily tentacles grabbed at Don. The workers panicked and ran out toward the exit, causing a jam at the door, their screams echoing in the chamber the stone began to crumble.
“Let them go, this is between us, they don’t need to suffer, what would you’re daddy think-”
“My daddy? You mean my host.” With that the monster’s tendrils went out through the staircase, toppling it and the crowd to the depths below. As they screamed in terror a boulder fell smashing in on Don’s ankle. Waves of excruciating pain went through his body causing him to vomit. The smell of sulfur and half digested fried chicken was too much for him to bear, his lungs tightened for air. The staircase was gone, but a narrow path that led toward the exit, cool breeze exited the doorway, giving him a ray of hope.
Caleb slammed down blocking his exit. Inky, oily tendrils snaked around Don’s body and squeezed tight, the veins in Caleb’s forehead grew larger as Don’s life force leached away. His body weakened as his eyes closed for the final time. Half the workers managed to make it out alive, Stanly among them. Cries echoed from the outside as the mine collapsed in on itself.
In the weeks following the mine collapse, the B&N mine company negotiated with the United Mine Workers for a fair deal. Stanlhy Collins and his son Caleb quit the mining business and settled into the nearby village of Junction Maryland, where Stanly was elected sheriff. He was thankful to be one of the few that made it out of the mine alive.
Though he was unsure where his son came from, he never remembered ever having a wife. Whenever he thought to question the boy, he looked at him with solid black eyes, and Stanly always forgot the question. It was all well and fine , they would make peace in this small town.

Hello, hope you're doing well! I'm pretty bad about describing myself so please bear with me!
I'm 28, graduated in december 2023 in software engineering finally!!!
I was born in Montreal, Quebec, but I'm a brown dude(parents are from Bangladesh). I'm 5'8, about 76-78kg, but still working on it (in the pandemic I reached 99kg, that was fun!). I'm a bald dude thanks to my dad and have a beard. I also have ear lobe piercings, like to get them when I travel.
I have many hobbies like watching movies, tv shows, kdramas, animes, etc. I don't mind sharing my letterboxd, mydramalist and myanimelist accounts! We can talk about our favorite things to watch!
I love eating, one of the reason I have a hard time keeping my weight low! My favorite foods are probably korean fried chicken and sushi.
For sports, I love playing floostreet hockey, biking, working out at the gym and hiking(even though it's rare!).
Huge fan of traveling, try to travel at least once every year. My first trip was at Japan, and it was still my favorite trip. But, I loved all of my trips, none of them were disasters! Love gaming too, built a new pc recently so can enjoy the new games that are coming out! My favorite game is Witcher 3.
We can discuss and see what we have in common, I know my post was pretty basic! I can write/speak in french and english so we can do it in the language you are comfortable with! I chose strictly clean as flair, but we could talk about anything that you're comfortable with! Looking for a friend or more if we vibe! Looking forward to chat with you!

I can only eat chicken, rice, pomegranate, salt, light olive oil. Absolutely nothing else. Have lived this way 10 out of last 15 months. I had a reprieve w Low Dose Naltrexone then but stopped working. Increased up to 10 mg a day. Took a holiday for 4 months and still LDN is not working again. I have also tried Chromolyn powder capsule 100 mg 2x per day for a month and did nothing. Tried 2 different times—same dosage. I’ve had Ketotifen 1 mg twice a day for 2 different months. The thing that saves me now is Famotodine, 10 mg and 50 mg Hydroxyzine 4 times a day (I only take the famotodine 3 times tho). There are a few things I haven’t had—Xolaire, Singular, maybe others??? Is there ANY hope for me? It honestly feels impossible. Anyone w similar story? I need HOPE. I see Dr. Herrscher in Plano June 10.

I ended up fully guesstimating at 600. No clue if that’s right

So I got home after a shift at work and started cooking for my parents and brother—there was no food in the house. I was making chicken adobo, rice, lumpia (eggrolls), & shrimp cakes.
My dad gets home and he starts scolding me saying, “why are you cooking?! You’re wasting gas, electricity, water and food (I pay rent and bought all the ingredients)! No one is going to eat your food! When you cook, I don’t even enjoy your food, I only eat it because I don’t want to waste the food! You cannot cook whenever you want to, you have to ask permission!”
He kept scolding me. I told him “Dad, there was no food, I’m trying to put food on the table for you, mom and my brother.”
Then my dad told me “ fine! Then can you put everything in disposable Tupperware so I don’t have to wash any of the dishes?”
My parents not only expect me to clean the kitchen, take the trash out and do the dishes, but days after they’re done eating my food from the pot they want me to clean the pot that they ate from too otherwise it’s an inconvenience for them and I’m better off not cooking.
So today, I was running on 3 hours of sleep and normally I’m kind of a doormat but today I said “Dad! You’re being mentally and emotionally abusive and I won’t stand for this behavior!”
Then my dad started yelling saying “you’re so dramatic! How am I abusive! You’re so dramatic!”
So now I have all this guilt about telling my dad he was being abusive. So AITAH???

I know the answer is likely yes, but I feel great everyday and have tons of energy in the gym. I don’t want to assume i’m super human, but it feels like it. I probably eat around 1000, 1200 calories a day at 19 years old 6’0 and about 180. I’m trying to cut to 150 right now.
I own a company and do lawn care and landscaping work, usually i’ll eat a beef stick in the morning with an energy drink. I’ll drink water all the way from 7am until 4pm when we finish on only the morning beef stick, and liquid. And for dinner I eat a big bowl of rice, chicken and beans all mixed together and measure at about 900 calories. With the beef stick being about 250.
I go to the gym after work, and feel great, and feel great while working on only those calories. Should I be eating more just in principal, or if I feel fine am I good?