As usual, talking about HRT means that there’s TMI about my body to follow. You have been warned. 🙂
It was six months ago yesterday that I began hormone replacement therapy. It’s been three months since I blogged about being on HRT, because honestly there wasn’t much to report each month and I’m just not that good at those kind of “regular feature” postings. But collectively, the last three months have been significant.
Physically, changes have come. My face has begun to fill out — I have what could charitably be called dimples now, and subtly softened angles. I’m also filling out in other places, which is to say I have breasts; true, I “cheated” in that I had a lot of chest-fat to begin with, but as I’ve thinned out the last six months that fat has not gone away, and instead has been latched onto by the nasccent tissue growth. I’m charitably a B-cup; unfortunately, because of the size of my frame, they don’t look like so much and are still easy to hide at work. In addition, there seems to be at least a little shifting of my abdominal fat towards my lower midsection; hardly noticeable unless I’m nude, but there does seem to be a little movement in that direction. And down there, things are completely dysfunctional; nothing happens by itself and the effort that has to go into giving the engine a manual start just isn’t worth the trip that follows, if you catch my meaning.
Mentally, I am happier and more confident. I can’t say exactly what’s shifted, but I know that I’m thinking differently in small ways. I smile at myself in the mirror more and more because I’m happy with what I see. There’s also something else going on: a subtle but notable coming out of my decidedly heterosexual attractions … female heterosexual attractions. Yes, that means what you think it means.
I have plateaued in my weight loss, and I can’t help but wonder what role the hormones are playing in that. Muscle loss and difficulty losing weight are two commonly reported side effects, so I’m sure they’re guilty of at least some of it. I have restarted my exercise routine very recently, in addition to doubling up my vigilance concerning my diet, but the needle hasn’t moved yet. I’ll have to wait and see.
The bottom line is this: I am six months into this and I do not regret a moment of it. Onward to the next six months!