Ok, so maybe my last entry was a little…doom and gloom. Or as Return to Go’s Kristin so eloquently commented, “…you are entering what I experienced as the Clomid danger zone.” To which I immediately start singing Kenny Loggins and referring to my ovaries as Goose and Ice Man.
I know I painted this hopeless picture yesterday, but there have been some bright spots through all of this:
1. Since being comfortably on 2,000mg of Metformin for over a month now (zoinks, Scoob!) my belly fat has noticeably dropped, and my chin hair count has dropped significantly, making me look less like Chaz Bono. I mean, I always wanted to grow a goatee in the 90s, but seriously. At the beginning of last year, I began tallying the chin hairs I plucked on a regular basis. Right off birth control pills, when my testosterone was relatively low at 35, I plucked about 5 per week. Two months ago, when my testosterone levels were at 78 (thanks, cysts), I was plucking about 25 thick hairs a week and had pretty noticeable lip hair. This week, I have only plucked 5 chin hairs thus far, and they have all been pretty fine hairs. I treat this as a win. Met appears to be helping to turn me back into a woman.
2. My Elimination Diet plan is going very well. Aside from the annoyances of craving sugar (still) the plan has been so much easier to follow this time around, since I know a bit more about what I like to cook. Hummus and chicken are OUTSTANDING by the way. When I get sugar cravings, a piece of fruit is often enough to satisfy them. No, I’m not insane enough to think this makes up for the fact that I couldn’t have carrot cake at work yesterday.
3. Skin is looking better with all of the water and tea I’ve been drinking.
4. It’s official! I’m running the Malibu Marathon in November! I know it sounds crazy to feel excited about running 26.2 miles, but for me, it is complete and utter exhilaration. Marathons are a test of mental will just as much as physical will, and the rush of relief when you cross that finish line is so so sweet. It’s what I imagine a BFP might feel like at this point.