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a) You are not burning the ___, are you?
b) You are not going to bed late, are you?
c) You are not going to do ___, are you?

Why do I find these questions SO irritating? I think I've finally figured it out -- they are accusatory. These questions...they are implying blame or strong criticism and it bugs the shit out of me.

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/losing10/~4/WjakSTrTPCE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://losing10.blogspot.com/2011/03/accusations.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4HQnw9cSp7ImA9Wx9XFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13128834.post-637561521212287204</id><published>2011-01-09T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T18:52:13.269-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-09T18:52:13.269-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal Journal" /><title>Kiddie Table</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://losing10.blogspot.com/feeds/637561521212287204/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13128834&amp;postID=637561521212287204&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13128834/posts/default/637561521212287204?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13128834/posts/default/637561521212287204?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/losing10/~3/5EOq9drOJhA/inside-out.html" title="Kiddie Table" /><author><name>Daly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722278857279846903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ySJI0RRtn_o/R5rWWCina9I/AAAAAAAAIbs/rReLa94Xpaw/S220/Twitter.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I had a dream that John and I were invited to a birthday party which was to be held in the lounge area of a restaurant. Since the event was at 7 p.m., we thought we'd go to the restaurant prior to start of the party so we could eat dinner in the restaurant. When we had arrived, there was a large group of people we knew (who would also be at the party) sitting around a table. Clearly they were in &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/losing10/~4/N0_eRKblThU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://losing10.blogspot.com/2008/09/slacker.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4AQXk6fCp7ImA9WxRTEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13128834.post-6817806724750102858</id><published>2008-08-30T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T18:42:20.714-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-30T18:42:20.714-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal Journal" /><title>If life was a bowl of KIX</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://losing10.blogspot.com/feeds/6817806724750102858/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13128834&amp;postID=6817806724750102858&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13128834/posts/default/6817806724750102858?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13128834/posts/default/6817806724750102858?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/losing10/~3/LeJjmY9jgjg/if-was-was-bowl-of-kix.html" title="If life was a bowl of KIX" /><author><name>Daly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722278857279846903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ySJI0RRtn_o/R5rWWCina9I/AAAAAAAAIbs/rReLa94Xpaw/S220/Twitter.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ySJI0RRtn_o/SLnz1QQVLhI/AAAAAAAAJ7w/qGS0F87v2wM/s72-c/CIMG9010.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html"> This morning I had a bowl of KIX for breakfast. Kay I ex--KIX!! I can't remember the last time I had KIX for breakfast (most of the time I prefer to eat them them dry). This and Corn POPS have to be my two favorite cereals. There's something about the crispy corn puffs that I like with a hint of sweetness (KIX that is. Corn POPS are for when I want a sweet cereal).When I bite down on each puff, &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/losing10/~4/GOF-7KCfnNo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://losing10.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweating-on-stationary-bike.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04GQn4-cSp7ImA9WxdVGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13128834.post-1322157971999711734</id><published>2008-07-24T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:38:43.059-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-24T13:38:43.059-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal Journal" /><title>Stair Stepper Addiction</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://losing10.blogspot.com/feeds/1322157971999711734/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13128834&amp;postID=1322157971999711734&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13128834/posts/default/1322157971999711734?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13128834/posts/default/1322157971999711734?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/losing10/~3/pRfTob6jsw8/stair-stepper-addiction.html" title="Stair Stepper Addiction" /><author><name>Daly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722278857279846903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ySJI0RRtn_o/R5rWWCina9I/AAAAAAAAIbs/rReLa94Xpaw/S220/Twitter.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Something I always find challenging and enjoy doing is the stair stepper. I have a love/hate relationship with this particular one on the second floor which overlooks the pool and Vegas Strip beyond the class walls of the gym. I hate that machine when I'm mentally tired but I love it because I leave energized after I have a sweaty work out.Every time I put my feet on the steps, I feel like it's a&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/losing10/~4/xoBy_GC4On4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://losing10.blogspot.com/2008/05/slim-down-secrets.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQEQX49eSp7ImA9WxdSFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13128834.post-128583236146613111</id><published>2008-05-24T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T14:25:00.061-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-24T14:25:00.061-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Workout Log" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivation" /><title>Kick boredom goodbye</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://losing10.blogspot.com/feeds/128583236146613111/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13128834&amp;postID=128583236146613111&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13128834/posts/default/128583236146613111?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13128834/posts/default/128583236146613111?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/losing10/~3/y0g7rmdv-to/kick-boredom-goodbye.html" title="Kick boredom goodbye" /><author><name>Daly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722278857279846903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ySJI0RRtn_o/R5rWWCina9I/AAAAAAAAIbs/rReLa94Xpaw/S220/Twitter.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">The past couple weeks, I've been feeling like working out was a becoming chore, just another thing to check off my daily to-do list. I was starting to feel that exercising was no longer enjoyable or fun as it had been for the past several months. I guess I was bound to fall into a rut after going to the gym five days a week, only alternating between the stair stepper, elliptical trainer, and &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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