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The hospital nurse is also involved in reviewing my hormone regime between appointments with the endocrinologist.  The results of a recent blood test showed I had an increased liver function.  So I have to wait another 6 weeks and have a retest.  Only then will a decision be made as to weather I can have an increased dose of Sandrena (Gel Oestrogen).  My Oestrogen levels remain very low and it is frustrating me as it has now been several years and I am no nearer to getting ideal levels in my blood stream.

I am able to increase my Finasteride to 5mg immediately.  That should help a little with reducing the rate that my beard regrows.  In addition I have a letter asking my GP to prescribe Vaniqa.

The letter also asks my GP to examine the possible causes of my weight gain and bloating.

Broxie Transition Hormones

Sticking to the diet has been extremely difficult.  My meals have not always been before the 8pm curfew and although I have managed to stick to walking part of the way to and from work, I have never found the time or place on my days off to fit in the one hour of dancing three times a week!

So when the hospital nurse wanted to check my waist measurement and weight I was a little worried.  I need not have been though as I have lost 2 inches from my waist measurement and I have lost 2kg in weight.

I explained that I have not been able to find the time to do the home exercise.  The nurse was happy with the rate of my weight loss and advised I simply stick to what I have been doing! :O)

Broxie Transition Diet

I had an appointment for electrolysis today. I have been suffering  from a heavy cold and very nearly pulled out of going. However any delay in this treatment could force me to put back my GRS for a third time, so I forced myself to go.

The session went well as I was doped up with pain killers and had plenty of emla applied to the treatment area.

Sitting in the waiting room I did as I normally do and chatted to another girl also waiting for electrolysis.

Absorbed in conversation I hardly noticed another girl come into the waiting room. After a few moments she said “It’s Broxie! Isn’t it?” The voice was almost familiar, I looked over to see a young and very feminine face. I still could not place the name until she told me it who she was. Then it all fitted she had changed a little from my minds picture of her, but she is still as pretty and feminine as I remember from the days when I was not living full time in my gender role. That must have been 4 years or more ago!

Unfortunately she had found out yesterday that her gender reassignment operation the was scheduled a week before mine, will need to be postponed in order to have some other essential surgery done.

She is one of the most naturally feminine trans girls I have ever met, so I was surprised to learn that she intends to have some facial feminising surgery. I really hope it all goes well for her.

Broxie Transition Electrolysis

I left home a little late and any hopes I had of catching my normal train were dashed by a rather slow man purchasing his ticket.

My wife rang to see if I had made the train and I told her I may as well have stayed and packed my laptop, had a coffee and put my makeup on.  I sat on a bench on the platform applying my makeup and a few minutes latter  my wife appeared clutching the laptop!

On arrival at Liverpool Street I made my way to the bus stop, just in time to see a bus pull out. So I queued for ten minutes for the next bus.  I got on the bus but had to get off again as my Oyster card had ran out of credit!

Back down into the station I went with all my heavy baggage.  The ticket office was very busy so it took a while to get served.  I had to spend every penny I had on topping up the card.

I went and got the bus and was good and hopped off two stops early. I arrived at work to find the grounds full of people due to a fire alarm activation.  Half an hour later we were allowed to enter the building.

By lunchtime I realised I had not even had time to put my packed lunch in the fridge.   Not having any money left I risked eating it.

I made a call to a web-hosting company as I needed some information  about an account my employer has with them.  The man I spoke to was most helpful, but the highlight was that he referred to me as miss.  I had never told him I prefer to be addressed as female. That was a pick me up after such a bad start to the day. Maybe my voice is improving!

The mood of the day soon turned sour again though.  First two colleagues got into a row that looked like it was going to turn physical.  Having witnessed it I had to have a series of meetings with all concerned.

I picked up a pad to take notes for a colleague and managed to receive a paper cut right in the crease of my little finger.  Seconds later my colleague leaned back in his office chair and a leg snapped tipping him to the floor.

I did not know whether to laugh or cry. 

I filled in the accident book and started typing up a report on the earlier dispute.  I stayed late to finish the report.

I was the only member of support staff to make it in, so I never did get time to even unpack the laptop.

Then I made my way to Liverpool Street for a meeting with a customer that I recently did some freelance work for.  I felt a bit awkward as I now did not have a penny left to buy a drink with.

I got back home abut 10:15 pm, so my diet went out the window.

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The diet has not gone as bad as I first thought it might. Most days I have managed to have reasonably healthy foods and in smaller quantities.  Sticking to time has been a little hard and most days my last meal has been just after the 8pm deadline.

I have managed to be more active by getting off the bus a couple of stops before my destination and when leaving work I have walked a couple of stops before boarding the bus.  In addition I have used the stairs rather than take the lift.

In theory it should have been easier to exercise when I was not working at my part time job in London.  In practise there is little room to exercise at home and I have been otherwise occupied trying to get Website work done in addition to catching up on emails.

I lost most of  Thursday due in part to the lack of sleep on the previous few days.  I slept on and off and lacked any energy to get up.  When I did finally drag myself into the land of the living, I had a sneezing fit.  Thought the remainder of the day bouts of sneezing continued and my sinuses became blocked.

I felt a little better today but have been busy catching up on work I should have done yesterday.

Broxie Life Diet

I had to make a call to a web-hosting company today.  The guy at the other end of the phone was most helpful, but what really pleased me was he referred to me as Miss!  I did not tell him my gender, so maybe my voice can sound female with enough practice.

Broxie Transition

Day 3 of the Big Blubber Diet..

Today was my day away from my part time job in London since embarking on my diet.  The day started badly as I slept though all the alarms that I had set.  I recall hearing one and reaching for the phone but it stopped sounding before I located the device.  I managed to sleep through the other 3 alarms and woke up and hour later with a head ache and the sound of the skip yard and a road drill ringing in my ears.

Having got up at around 10:30 am it must have been 11:30 am before I had a bowl of porridge.  That was good because it is one of the recommendations my nurse gave me.

Lunch though was not to be as I had a meeting to attend in Hatfield.  The meeting was held in a hotel reception so I did have two small cafe latte during the course of the meeting.  I did give the accompanying biscuits away as they are items not allowed on my diet.

I arrived home from the meeting at around 7:30 pm and had my evening meal at around 8:15 pm which was at least closer to my food curfew than the previous days.

Dinner was a Tuna and Sweetcorn topped Jacket Potato with a very small blob of Mayonnaise and a Salad as a side dish.

My thoughts are that I probably need to switch my meals around and eat a bigger lunch and have a much smaller evening meal.  As now I am supposed to do an hours vigorous dancing! It is already gone 9 pm and bouncing about straight after that meal would make me feel quite sick.  Also I need to get some work done before I go to bed.

Broxie Life Diet

Day 2 in the Big Diet House..

For breakfast today, I was packed off with an apple for the teacher and a pot of microwaveable porridge!  Surely that is just normal oats packaged in an expensive plastic pot! 

I  left the breakfast until I arrived at work as I did not want to carry a rotting apple core about and I do not have a portable microwave.  That was bad but I did jump off the bus two stops early and I walked the rest of the way.

I really wanted the porridge, but skipped that idea as the stress started the second I walked into the building!  For the second day running I did not have time to pour a coffee either.  Fortunately, I had some of the bottled water left and so was able to wash my water retention pill down and grab the apple, which I ate on the move while sorting out the problems.

I was kept busy until 1pm and then only stopped long enough to eat the lunch my wife had lovingly prepared for me.  I had a Tupperware tub full of all kinds of leaves, shoots and roots topped with some naughty but tasty Mediterranean chicken slices.  In a little jar she had packed me off with a home made salad dressing containing mustard seeds.  I also had a set of eating irons so I did not have to use the office ones.  There was a pair of scissors and a fresh green chili packed in my bag too.

I cut the chili up with the scissors and sprinkled it over my salad, then added the mustard seeds and the I tossed the salad. By this time a colleague returned with a takeaway ham salad costing £4.00 from the eatery in the building.  My salad certainly looked better than the shop bought version.  When I got over the idea that I was actually going to eat salad, I actually enjoyed it.  The chilireally helped as did the salad dressing and that Mediterranean chicken.

I thought I would get a coffee after eating the salad but things remained stressy, so I never got around to it.

 Again I left work 10 minutes early in order to walk the two bus stops distance across the park.  My time sheet for the day was short again,but only by 5 minutes.

The bus made good time again so I hopped off the bus at Moorgate and walked to Liverpool Street train station where I met up with my family.

Dinner was served around 8:30 pm again, but as we did not get back home until 7:45 that was unavoidable.

Dinner was boiled rice with sweet corn and the portion size was as advised.  The lamb curry made with a tomato base was twice the advised portion size to make up for the lack of vegetables.  It was very tasty if a little naughty.

Shortly after dinner I was presented with  strawberries with a few slices of banana topped with half fat creme fraiche.  This was very naughty as I probably should not be having a sweet.

Broxie Life Diet

Maybe I got a few hours sleep, but it felt like I had not slept at all when my alarm started pestering me this morning.  I ended up getting out on time but only because I skipped any attempt at hair removal, makeup and even skipped my coffee.

My wife poured me a coffee into a overgrown baby beaker otherwise know as a travel mug.  Being vain I put the travel mug in a cloth carrier bag, then chucked a cream poncho into the bag.  I had ignored the advice to carry the mug in my hand, so I guess it comes as very little surprise that 5 minutes later I found I had half a mug of coffee and a coffee and cream coloured poncho!

Being half asleep it took longer than normal to apply my makeup so the train was only 15 minutes outside Liverpool Street by the time I started to pluck my extremely spikey feeling chin.

I transferred to the bus and started plucking again, but then I remembered my Diet!  I dislike people that eat on pubic transport and am not very fond of eating on the move or even in public places, however I decided to become one of those people; as leaving my breakfast till I get to work makes it too close to lunch break.  It was only a crunchy oat bar and the bus was not very crowded.  A few minutes later I had eaten the crunchy oat bar, then looked down to find actually my skirt was wearing half of it, like little almond colour sequins!

I was good and exited the bus a stop early and took a walk through the park to work.  I even walked up the stairs rather than take the lift.

Work got busy before I had time to pour my usual morning coffee.  Soon it was lunch time so I went down to the eatery.  As I have to avoid bread, the main option available are Jacket Potato with mostly unhealthy toppings or soup.

I was good and asked for a jacket with beans, but without the cheese!  The young lady serving me tempted me to a small knob of butter.  I also ordered an orange juice and paid.  Ouoooch!  £5.40 is no small amount for such basic and cheap food.

My first diet day

I can have a Chinese takeaway for under £5.00 and the local southern fried chicken meal deal for around £3.00.

When my jacket arrived I was happy to see that I had been given a few slices of cucumber though.

I never did get to have a coffee at work, but I guess that is not a bad thing diet wise.  It was soon time to do my time sheet and think about going home.  Taking out the extra 20 minutes for walking and the 20 minutes booked out for lunch left me with a deficit of time for the day of 30 minutes. I normally clock up 10 minutes a day or so over.  I could stay later to make up this time, but I only just get home before 8pm normally and I am supposed to try and eat my last meal before then.

I set off from work across the park which extends a little beyond the bus stop that I had alighted at this morning.  So I figured I would walk the length and then locate the nearest bus stop.  I think in the end that it is two bus stops.

The bus made good time and I reached Moorgate 25 minutes ahead of the time my train is due, so I was good and got off the bus there and walked the rest of the way to Liverpool Street.

I thought that would be the last of my exercise for the day, but as I exited the Station at Hertford East my wife was there to greet me. Aww, that was a nice surprise but it did mean I had a quick shopping trip around Tesco’s to do before I made it home.

My wife had indeed used the smaller plates and the rice was boiled rather than fried, but I probably should have had less rice and a few more vegetables.  It is a start though.

Unfortunately it was 8:30 pm when dinner was served, so it was after my deadline.  I knew it was going to be really difficult to follow this plan both logistically and financially, but I must do my best.

Broxie Life Diet