Today I had a very stupid, clearly premature idea. Or half stupid— the butter/potato part of the idea, I submit to you, may have merit. Still HALF of the idea has basically torn me open again. SUPER! I am over at Five Full Plates just a few hours PRE-tearing myself open, explaining why it is a GREAT idea. And now I am taking sorry self back to bed to commence experiencing boatloads of self pity and self-directed anger at my inability to NOT push myself when my stupid body is still trying to heal. Stupid. Elliptical.