Well that was a hoot...not. The actual procedure is a piece of cake. One second you are laying there and the next you are waking up in recovery being offered snacks and juice. It's the prep that isn't fun. Starts with two heavy duty laxatives and then you have to drink a whole gallon, half at a time, of horrible salty sweet clear liquid out of an industrial looking jug.
When I was downing this delightful cocktail, I was wondering what spoiled brat picky eaters do. I mean it really is vile and there is so much of it. Clearly picky eaters have never had to 'just do it'. I just can't see them having enough fortitude to just get it down and be over with it. Thankfully by bedtime the mad dashes to the loo slowed down and stopped.
One thing you have to do is weigh, on one of those scales with the weights that you slide, therefore very accurate.
As I have said before my body set weight is between 254 and 258. I can diet down some but my weight always ends up back at that number. And the fact that I have not been able to eat more than about half of what I used to eat has not made one whit of difference. Now I don't weigh anymore. I just go by what I feel like in my clothes etc...and to be honest I feel fat. In fact I was worried when the nurse was sliding the weight around that I was up over my set weight. Well when it finally settled it was 231. Jeeesh! I'll take that! Clearly my no scale theory isn't working!
Unfortunately I can't say the same about my blood sugar number. But after spending a day drinking a gallon of sugared drink and apple juice (which they wanted us to drink as well as water to avoid dehydration), I knew my numbers wouldn't be great. It was11. (bucket list).
After not eating for a couple of days, needless to say, I was absolutely starving when Monte picked me up. I was given a list of instructions upon leaving and they distinctly stated to eat mushy easy food for at least one, if not two days, following the procedure. I had Monte take me straight to Smitty's where I ordered, and ate, a New York steak, shredded hash browns, two over easies, and two pieces of white toast. And I ate a chunk of Monte's pancake stack. No mash potatoes, soup, porridge, rice..for me thank you very much! I actually ate steak! And it was totally delicious. Sigh.
Stan is coming this weekend!!! Yayyy!!! I love a visit with them. They will be here for lunch on Saturday. So I discussed with Monte what we should make for lunch. April had suggested Yorkshire puddings, roast beef, gravy, horseradish sliders and a salad. But then Monte had an easier idea. I don't want to spend time in the kitchen when I would rather be visiting.
So here is what we are doing...almost all of it the day before which will leave us free to visit.
When we were children we ate a lot of pretty tough, either shot by us, or raised by us, meat of one sort or another. Our mother used to make a certain sandwich spread out of tough left over beef or moose meat. She would screw the old meat grinder to the table edge and send the meat chunks through the grinder, followed by onion and a piece of bread to clean it out. She would then add miracle whip and salt and pepper.
I made this the other day, only I used mayonnaise. No miracle whip allowed in this house! Monte went nuts over it and it reminded me of how delicious it is. So I think I will make Irish soda bread with buttermilk. It's always better cold the next day. I am going to also make egg salad. And I shall make a potato salad. For dessert Monte is going to make his famous Chocolate Crinkle cookies. They are beyond delicious! All topped off with coffee. Now today it's my fave part...making the list of all the stuff I need. I hope Stan remembers the beef mixture Mom used to make. I have pictures of Cookie and I making it in Bamfield. We were in our pj's lol!!
I won't be putting challenges on this post. I will do that next time. I am hungry now after reading all that food stuff. Time to make my morning Greek salad. So take care, stay safe, noodle and oldster. TTYL
"A moose is an animal with horns on the front of it and a hunting lodge wall on the back." Groucho Marx
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