Reflecting on the Second Year of My TRT Journey
By Steve
Two years ago, I took the plunge into the world of Testosterone Replacement Therapy (TRT). It’s been a wild ride, lads—full of ups, downs, and a fair few “what the hell is happening now?” moments. As I sit here with a cuppa, watching the rain lash against the window (classic Irish weather, eh?), I can’t help but reflect on how far I’ve come.
The Good, the Bad, and the Bloody Awkward
Let’s start with the good stuff. TRT has been a game-changer for me. My energy levels are more consistent, my workouts feel more productive, and I’ve even managed to shift a bit of the dad bod that had been clinging on like a limpet. But it hasn’t all been smooth sailing. There were times when my hormones felt like they were on a rollercoaster, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a few meltdowns along the way. (Jenny can vouch for that—she’s had to deal with me pacing the kitchen at 2 a.m., ranting about how I’m either too hot or too cold.)
Mental Health and TRT: A Balancing Act
One of the biggest lessons I’ve learned is that TRT isn’t a magic bullet for mental health. Sure, it’s helped with my confidence and overall mood, but I’ve still had to work on managing my anxiety. I’ve been off Lexapro for over a year now, and while I’m proud of that, it’s been a journey. Meditation, regular exercise, and the occasional pint with the lads have all played their part. (Yes, I said pint—don’t @ me, fitness gurus.)
Family Life and TRT
Being a dad to Sarah and Adam while on TRT has been an adventure. There’s nothing like trying to explain to a 6-year-old why Daddy has to give himself a shot every week. (Adam’s response: “Cool! Can I do it?”) But seriously, TRT has given me the energy to keep up with their endless antics, whether it’s building Lego castles or chasing them around the garden. And Jenny? She’s been my rock through it all, even when I’ve been a bit of a diva about my hormone levels.
Looking Ahead
As I head into year three of my TRT journey, I’m feeling optimistic. I’ve learned to listen to my body, to not sweat the small stuff, and to embrace the chaos of life. Whether it’s dealing with the Irish weather (seriously, will it ever stop raining?) or navigating the ups and downs of TRT, I’m ready for whatever comes next.
So here’s to another year of growth, learning, and maybe even a few less meltdowns. Cheers, lads!
P.S. If you’re considering TRT or are already on the journey, feel free to drop me a message. We’re all in this together.