That's what my body is saying to me.
Like on Friday? I was moving at 10000 miles a minute, like you know, I always do? And I was walking out the door? And my hand was on the doorknob? And I VOMITED ON MYSELF TOTALLY OUT OF NOWHERE.
Which, in case you were wondering, really freaks out the small children who live here with me.
So I did what you would imagine I would do in this situation. I cleaned up the vomit, changed my shirt, and headed out the door.
This? Was not wise. I could pretty much not move the next morning. I felt like I was swimming in Jell-o. I couldn't stay awake. My temperature skyrocketed.
I was worthless.
So on Sunday? I cleaned my entire house, donated six bags of clothes to the area rescue mission, and walked eleven miles.
I have to stop this. I don't want to be permanently worthless. I see it looming and it ain't pretty.
If you are an overachiever, or a wanna-be overachiever like me, CAN you stop? Is it even possible? Because it doesn't feel possible to me right now.