Here's the Yay - Spot has been found alive and well! The cougar didn't get him, he got trapped under the neighbors house when they were setting rat traps. She heard him meowing last night, checked this morning, and came over to tell K that he's been found. A whole lot of dust and cobwebs and a can of food later and Spot is running around the neighborhood as he should be!
Here's the argh. I weighed myself last night. 245.5. Cried for an hour or so. I'm eating less than 1,000 calories per day and my weight is bouncing back up instead of pushing down. I think that 241.2 was as low as it's going to bounce and that's not good enough. So we might not get to do this cycle. This morning, 244.5. I've only got 12 days to get it to 240.
I'm miserable because I'm eating so little and I'm terrified because I'm not getting the results I need. I'm practically back to where I started even though I haven't eaten anything.
K recommended we donate a pint of blood the morning of weigh-in. That outta be a pound or so. Yes, I'm actually considering it as a viable option.