I get asked a lot by people that I coach or have followed my journey...how do you stay on track? Don't you get hungry for donuts or pasta or a 500 calorie grande caramel frappucino every once in a while? The answer is...YES! I wish I had some great motivational mantra to pass on that helped people turn down free donuts or not partake in halftime snacks on a Sunday afternoon. But I don't. The truth is, I'm just like everyone else. I get stuck in situations where I cannot for the life of me turn down a free treat. Heck, I every once in a while I'll go a few days without monitoring ONE THING that I put into my mouth. At times I have moments where I look at people at restaurants, ordering the fried onion with creamy dipping sauce (which we all know is just jazzed up mayonnaise), then housing a large burger and fries with no regret and not even a wince of "OMG I'm gonna vom" and think to myself "I should just be like that again...It was so much easier when I didn't think about what I ate...Those people seem so much happier." But the truth is, I know they aren't. I know that they go home and have acid reflux so bad that they have to pop tums like they are candy. I know that every year they have to go out and buy new clothes because they can no longer squeeze themselves into their old ones. I know that they secretly wish they could be the person who just sticks to a salad with oil and vinegar dressing...I know because I WAS that person. I had given up. I decided that food was what I loved and BY GOD if I couldn't be happy otherwise because my job sucked and I didn't have the life that I wanted, I would just be happy eating. And I was!...for a second. When that shrimp and grits/bacon, egg and cheese biscuit/pizza hit my lips, I was happy. I was content. An hour later, when I got home and put on comfy size XL sweat pants so that I could free myself from the deep, painful impression marks on my stomach that my pants left because they were so tight, I wasn't so happy. In fact, I was miserable. I hated what I saw in the mirror. I worked hard at the gym only to undo my results with a disgusting dinner. I had to live with horrible pictures of myself at my best friend's wedding. I was not living the life of my dreams. I was just EATING. That was it. Aside from a loving man that (praise Jesus) didn't care what size I was, food was ALL that I had.
Thank goodness I made some real, gradual, lasting, LIFESTYLE changes and am now happier than I've been in years, but that doesn't mean that I don't still struggle. I do from time to time! But when I am asked now how I stay on track, or when I have those brief moments of envy for the person at the grocery store who is buying bags of frozen onion rings, tons of refined carbs, and no veggies, I think back to the woman that I once was. I remember how she felt at the end of the day when she took her clothes off, or when nothing in her closet fit anymore because she had gotten so big, or how embarrassed she was when she realized she was the "fat bridesmaid." I may slip up. I may indulge. But I always get back on track, no matter how much EASIER it would be to say 'fuck it', because I never want to be her again.
Hi! I'm Andrea Cummings. I am passionate about living a healthy lifestyle that I can MAINTAIN and that still lets me feel like I'm not being deprived. I like to exercise, but I also love to eat (nachos!). My main focus is to be healthy, not skinny, and to help others do the same! I love Jesus, but I also say fuck a lot, so if you're offended, I may not be the gal for you.