I’m a food addict, that’s my downfall.
I have faith in faith. God is there, whether we have faith or not, so why not have faith in him?
Everybody complains that people are so flaky in LA. I’d rather be flaky than mean.
It took me years after stopping the cocaine before I was able to enjoy a sunrise and enjoy the sound of birds.
I’ve got this old-school workout – push-ups, sit-ups, tricep dips. And it worked. Anybody can do this at home.
If I sleep in and don’t run, I’ll feel a little bit off because I didn’t do what I was supposed to do. But I’m not going to beat myself up because of it. I’ll just get right back on track.
My eyes aren’t special, my nose isn’t special, my mouth isn’t special.
People come up to me and tell me how I changed their life and I’ve inspired them. And they tell me their stories, and that keeps me going.
The only things I really love about myself physically are my ankles and my hair.
Once a food becomes off-limits, then it takes on this whole other personality. Forbidden is more tempting. And it becomes something evil, but food is food. Its there to nourish your body.
We all have our painful pasts we have to get through.
I’m excellent at losing weight, but I’ve never been excellent at maintenance. I have some better days than others in terms of being hypervigilant, but with maintenance you don’t know if you’ve been good at it until you’re done.
I’m a full-time mom right now and a part-time actress.
I think a lot of people think because I was getting the divorce, that was really the catalyst for gaining so much weight.
I never, ever, ever had deltoids! Oh my God, when I’m doing exercises and I see them pop out, I’m like, Yes!
I kept buying bigger and bigger jeans, and once the size 14s got too tight, I thought, That’s it. I’m not buying the next size.
You’re only as sick as your secrets.
Ed is very sexy because his emotions are really there – not forced.
Professionally, I have no major goals. That’s partly because I’m really flaky. I want things, but I don’t go after them. I’d rather they be placed in my lap.
Time is something we have no business treating as if it were available in an unlimited supply and will always be there, like a half-used jar of pickle relish on a refrigerator shelf.