N restricted all day yesterday. I kept him home in an effort to get his calories up and keep his exercise down. Last night at 10:30 p.m., he was still laying on my bed refusing to drink a single cup of milk. I finally turned all the lights off and climbed in bed. At that point, he finally agreed to drink the milk. I was so glad to have him drink the milk -- I was so tired from such a long day.
We talked at length yesterday about my expectations for him getting better. I made it clear that we were not going to stop him at this current weight. I think that was a hard fact to swallow.
This morning, he seems to be doing a bit better. He ate his breakfast without too much fuss. He's also had a morning snack (banana and Twix bar).