The Gauntlet has been Thrown

Lane has this harebrained idea that if I cut my morning jug of chocolate milk out of my diet, I will see significantly more weight loss in a week.

I disagree.

I'm currently on the one to two pound a week schedule, which is what every weight loss program will tell you are the results you can expect.

Of course, keeping within my allotted calories, I am also continuing to consume my needed allotment of dessert and chocolate milk. These are the things I need to survive, folks. It is why I am a huge fan of Weight Watchers (because you can eat what you want, you just have to suffer the consequences of being hungry for the remainder of the day).

But Lane threw down the challenge.

I am now chocolate milk free for two mornings.

I don't know if I'm going to make it. The Hershey's is calling me from the fridge. (Literally, every time I open the fridge day it falls forward, almost as if saying "Rachel, you forgot about me this morning.")

In other news, the kids had an event-filled Memorial Day. This included a picnic-style breakfast, little to no naps and a BBQ/swim at their Aunt's. We certainly crashed the moment we came home. (Last night, Jane kept telling me "my eyes hurt, Mama." Close them, baby, just close them.)

It was the first time to wear their bathing suits this year, so I had to document something.

Here he is in his trunks and red-neck tank. The hat really finished the whole ensemble, but he refused to cooperate.

She, of course, is always willing (and insistent) to wear all accessories.