I turned 45 last October and My Chart immediately loaded up a new “recommended” appointment. Yep, welcome to the colonoscopy-age club. The good new, unlike joining the mammogram-age club at 40, a colonoscopy is once every 10-years (hopefully). Mine went fine and I got the 10-year sign off. It started out as an interesting and wild experience that turned into a hangry miserable experience. So, I’m glad it is over.
I selected orange for my drink of choice when mixing the MiraLAX (the easy prep from those who have experienced this joy) and I drink it out of a whiskey glass trying to convince myself I was enjoying a fun drink.
I think it’s a myth that you lose weight after colonoscopy. Sure, I was down (weighed myself before and after) but since my procedures was on a Friday, I was hopeful my weekly Weigh-In and monthly employee weigh-in on Tuesday would be favorable. The only sang in this plan…myself.
I was starving on Friday. I am not a fan of broth and didn’t have any luck during my liquid prep day. When the morning of my procedure rolled around, I was counting down the hours to food. I had decided ahead of time I would allow myself only Friday to enjoy whatever I wanted. Eh…that didn’t end at just Friday. I swear, I am my own worst support system when it comes to saying on track.
Tuesday rolled around and I was prepping myself for a gain hopefully no more than 2 pounds. I gained 0.6…what a relief!
I am headed to Missouri for a family reunion and expect to come back heavier. I really need to have a serious talk with my inner saboteur upon my return.
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