Since April 17th, I’ve lost 27.3 pounds. I drink a gallon of water a day. Count calories. Walk.
About a fortnight ago, my internal software leveled up. My emotional range is more nuanced. I feel less competitive, more flirtatious, happier, so much fucking happier. Like stupid happy. It’s great. I smile. A lot.
Recap — on 2 mg estradiol, 100 mg spiro X2, progesterone
Adding finasteride 2.5 mg
Hoping the universe says: Hair, you have hair!
I’m out to my boss, and where I work I run the club that functions as GSA at our small school with another member of the community. I’m out to him, too, and we’ve become close. I may even get to hang the new pride flag in my classroom.
My center of gravity is changing, I love it.
I’m at that part of my transition where people are like “you look so young”
Never going back, holy crow.
Spouse is happy for me and seems to be chill with things. Taking the social transition slow.
Breast growth: nipples feel amazing, kinda sore all the time, sensitive. If I didn’t have naturally have big breasts (thanks gynecomastia) the breast buds would be noticeable, but they aren’t. My nipples are bigger, and the breasts are fuller and more firm.
I’d be happy if this is all I get, breast wise. But I think its likely they get a bit bigger.
Getting more comfortable with makeup, and wearing the wig. I can be made up in an hour. Eye liner, thanks shaky hands, is my biggest challenge.
