I burrowed deeper under my covers this morning when I thought about getting on the scale today.

I just wanted to stay in that comfy place where I didn't have to look down at those black digital numbers.

But, Mo, my cat, was walking on my head, and I needed to shower.

Off to the bathroom, and to the scale.

I stepped on the scale and looked down at the readout.

I lost four pounds!

Go Michele, Go Michele!

You guys know what time it is?

It's peanut butter jelly time. It's peanut butter jelly time.

(You have to have read this previous blog post to get that one.)

This dancing cat is about how I feel today.

I rock.