I'm a disciplinarian. I'm the tough love pet owner. I believe in very well-behaved animals.

I don't have great thighs. I have very big breasts and a soft, fatty little tummy. And I've got back fat. People assume that I'm walking around in little spaghetti-strap dresses. It's insidious - Glam Jamie, the Perfect Jamie, the great figure, blah, blah, blah. And I don't want the unsuspecting 40-year-old women of the world to think that I've got it going on. It's such a fraud. And I'm the one perpetuating it.

The more I like me, the less I want to pretend to be other people.

I try to go to the gym three times a week. And I have to watch what I eat. I'm a normal person.

By the way, food and rent aren't the only things around here that cost money. You sleep on the couch.

People need things. I don't live a monk's existence, I'm a consumer, but I try to do it to the level that doesn't feel like there's an overabundance of something.

It's not that I'm retired, I just no longer accept acting work.