"I'm going to put a to do list on your tombstone."
- The Ex-Husband
You know, this is the funniest thing I'd heard all day (or at least the second-funniest), but it's probably the most accurate.
My approach to life is often a bit extreme. I mean, it's not like I go hurtling down mountains intentionally or anything but I tend to push it.
For example, my exercise "program" (as it were):
Warm up: Start exercising
Exercise: Work out until dizzy, strange and near-puking
Cool down: Do a few more exercises
Repeat for a few weeks until legs are permanently wobbly, tendinitis sets in, and you are close to requiring intravenous fluids. Take a few weeks off. Wallow in self-loathing. Buy a new ill-fitting sports bra.
I'm not alone in this, but it's probably not the wisest course of action.
Moderation, where art thou?