The legend of Uberfrau

My husband is a great guy. When I yammer on about how great I've felt lately he doesn't tune me out...he just hugs me and tells me I always look great to him. A few days ago I told him about my plans to try and really work to lose my last few pounds and sculpt myself up with a bit of muscle and he was very supportive. He smiled when I said that I want to step up and try protein suppliments...because he loves me just the way I am. He is amazed at how I look now...he fell in love with me long long ago and I know that when he looks at me, it's just me. That's it. That is so huge to me that I cannot even put it into words.
Yesterday he got that cute little wrinkle he does between his eyes when he's trying to say something tactfully and told me he doesn't want me to get all manly: I giggle because I get that. I don't want that either. I just want muscle definition. Strength. I want to know what I can do between now and the end of the year to sculpt myself into uberme...I'm so curious. Even if I can't stay there as uberme. Because honestly I'm not really prepared to be crazy about diet and take protein supplements for the rest of my life...because life is more than that. I want to really see what little things I can do with my life to make me the best me I can be...the me I keep calling Uberfrau in my mind. :)

In one week I will be 37 and I'm proud to say that right now I am in the best shape of my life. I have muscles in my arms, I eat well and I weigh 127 pounds on my rusty old bathroom scale. And yes, I hope that I can stay the way I am now for the rest of my life because I'm healthy. I am happy. I want to enjoy life and be me, with all the ups and downs that go with it.

I'm so happy to have such a supportive, loving partner to do that with :)