I suddenly realized last night that, because of my colonoscopy yesterday, I didn’t actually eat for about 48 hours, and never felt hungry. The instructions were to have nothing but liquid the day before, and especially no dairy, so I couldn’t even have cream in my coffee. It was just cups of black coffee and some chicken broth, for the salt. Time was when I’d have been in agony after the first couple of hours! I did eat supper last night, but I could easily have lasted till this morning if I’d wanted to push it.
Also, they gave me seltzer and a packet of Lorna Doones once I recovered from the (light) anesthesia, but even though I was a little groggy, it was easy to resist them (my inner Scotsman was not entirely happy; we’re half-Scottish on both sides of the family, so shortbread is in our blood, you might say!). I was completely fine with just the seltzer.
Guess I’ll have to re-evaluate my attitude toward fasting! I thought I’d permanently ruined my metabolism from drinking—I was sober for years before I stopped having hypoglycemic episodes if I failed to eat every two hours or so. This was amazing!