The best thing about unfatting myself
I was never obese, but I carried extra visceral fat and some stubborn back fat I wanted gone. One of the less glamorous parts of my 40s—besides having to trim my eyebrows every other day for reasons I still don’t understand—was getting up in the middle of the night to pee. It wasn’t just an inconvenience. My bladder would feel so full it might explode. The same thing happened at the movie theater. If the film ran three hours and I somehow made it to the end, I’d shuffle to the restroom in real pain. My doctor’s usual response was to throw Avodart or tadalafil at the problem. Both improved the flow, but neither touched the pressure or the pain. Then I lost the weight with my stack. Now I sleep through the night. I still notice when I need to go, but it’s no longer like someone is standing on my bladder. The urgent, painful fullness is gone. It makes me wonder: did losing the fat around my bladder simply give it more room to expand? Did GHK-Cu or something else in KLOW improve bladder elasticity? Or did the sermorelin/tesamorelin cycles reduce enough visceral fat that the mechanical pressure finally let up? Anyhow. Time to start my day. I think I will start today trimming my eyebrows. This is 40.