#lifechange — Public Fediverse posts

5 years ago tomorrow I would be getting on a plane at 2 am. It was a decision that would change my life and my person forever. Five years ago I moved from Colorado, USA to Germany on my Birthday. I have tattoos, piercings, I've been a head chef, my personality is changed, I learned a new language, I have a wife. The person that got on that plane died in a lot of ways. I feel 18 hours of air travel can do that to a person.

I have scared a great deal of my old friends with the changes. Germany's idea of freedom is very different to the USA. The USA has a habit of imposing it's freedom on others, including it's own citizens. I feel it's one of the stronger portions of dox culture. I'm now tempered with German privacy and the idea that my life and needs end at your nose. That plus the rudimentary German shortness and efficiency has had many people interpret me as a bitch or a Zicke depending on the language. I don't really mind, many people have said they prefer the new me.... dramatically.

My American Fire has been tempered by German Cold.

Integration has led to a great deal in my temperament and politics but also to grow closer to my wife, Tally. We are somehow getting close to the longest relationship I've ever had. I've never met a better match. Not like a matching left hand, more like a perfect fitting glove.

Estrogen, living abroad and searching for citizenship, age, time, and experience have seasoned me into something that is very clearly an evolution of what I was but I am changed. I don't mourn that change. I like me much more now. I don't even mourn the loss of my English abilities for new German faculties. It's a lot to take in what 5 years can change and I thought, as a trans woman, I would be much more used to massive five year changes .... aber naja.

Setting that first foot on Frankfurt Flughafen was the first step into a new life. One small step for women, one giant leap for lesbian-kind.

The two pictures are some of my favorites. The first is me at my last job in the US, the second on the right is from my wedding day two months ago.

#lifechange #immigrantlife #lgbtjoy

5 years ago tomorrow I would be getting on a plane at 2 am. It was a decision that would change my life and my person forever. Five years ago I moved from Colorado, USA to Germany on my Birthday. I have tattoos, piercings, I've been a head chef, my personality is changed, I learned a new language, I have a wife. The person that got on that plane died in a lot of ways. I feel 18 hours of air travel can do that to a person.

I have scared a great deal of my old friends with the changes. Germany's idea of freedom is very different to the USA. The USA has a habit of imposing it's freedom on others, including it's own citizens. I feel it's one of the stronger portions of dox culture. I'm now tempered with German privacy and the idea that my life and needs end at your nose. That plus the rudimentary German shortness and efficiency has had many people interpret me as a bitch or a Zicke depending on the language. I don't really mind, many people have said they prefer the new me.... dramatically.

My American Fire has been tempered by German Cold.

Integration has led to a great deal in my temperament and politics but also to grow closer to my wife, Tally. We are somehow getting close to the longest relationship I've ever had. I've never met a better match. Not like a matching left hand, more like a perfect fitting glove.

Estrogen, living abroad and searching for citizenship, age, time, and experience have seasoned me into something that is very clearly an evolution of what I was but I am changed. I don't mourn that change. I like me much more now. I don't even mourn the loss of my English abilities for new German faculties. It's a lot to take in what 5 years can change and I thought, as a trans woman, I would be much more used to massive five year changes .... aber naja.

Setting that first foot on Frankfurt Flughafen was the first step into a new life. One small step for women, one giant leap for lesbian-kind.

The two pictures are some of my favorites. The first is me at my last job in the US, the second on the right is from my wedding day two months ago.

#lifechange #immigrantlife #lgbtjoy

So I have to ask what even is America. I left America weighing 90kg ( 194 lb ) I now weigh 69 ( 152 lb ). I’ve lost over 40 lbs?! My diet has not changed. I eat out infrequently. Use butter, cream and sugar as I would like. Eat until I am full and not beyond (something I had to unlearn as I’m from a conservative “clear your plate” family ). And also eat lunch at work pretty frequently. I am a cook by trade and lots of the recipes call for 4 liters of cream. I eat candy when I want. My bloodwork came back recently with me in the healthiest of zones.

This hasn’t changed at all since the US but I guess with actual regulations on what goes in food, different portion sizing, more walking and less driving, etc etc I’ve lost weight. Like … what even. I am just like floored. My boobs are larger, hips wider, ass larger from my second year of HRT but I am STILL 40 pounds lighter. Like I am just shocked. There was very limited change in how I eat but I guess I started the new American fad diet called “Move to Europe”. #immigrantlife #lifechange #food #hrt

How it was vs. how it's going

29.7.2021: 10km 8:30/km 1:25:12 92.5kg

16.9.2022: 10km 5:24/km 0:54:11 74.5kg

Started eating properly with #CICO and running weekly in the end of July of 2021. Lost over 15kg (30 lbs) by the spring 2022.

In 2023 been running daily and maintaining my weight. Because of the weather it's difficult to concentrate on speed and distances so I'm waiting for spring and summer for better running platforms.

What a journey :bunhdheart:

You can do anything you set your mind in to.

#Running #LosingWeight #Weight #Paino #RolleJuoksee #LifeChange #WeightLoss