With the counseling of my family doctor, my mother ended up turning to Weight Watchers and their children's program. I went to weekly meetings, got counseling and would exercise with my peers who were my size. It was the first time I saw a proper children's portion size, and it wasn't two burgers, it was one.

I hardly ever work out.

I have very curly hair and I straighten it every day - it takes maybe two minutes. I can't imagine anyone having a bigger challenge than I do in the kinkiness that is my crazy 'fro.'

I want to work endlessly and tirelessly until I'm an old, old lady.

At 9 years old I weighed about 10 lbs. less than what my weight is at 32. I needed to get help.

Everything goes with short hair. It's bananas.

One time I had too many Heinekens and I googled myself and realized that that was a very, very bad combination. One should not google oneself. My mother lets me know when I'm being followed by paparazzi. She's like, "There's a man who is outside your house, Ginny, and you need to be logging onto this website to see if you can find a pattern in when he follows you." But otherwise, I can't find any good reason to read my own press.