I'm terrible with my workout regime and following it strictly. I'm terrible with a healthy diet and following it strictly. I'm terrible on the weekends about getting up at reasonable hours and all of those things. But, when it comes to my work and the discipline it takes to get to work on time - I hate unprofessionalism.

Isn't it so weird the day you wake up and you're just going with the flow? And you just suddenly are a mom.

I'm too lazy and I like food and I like my free time too much to spend it working out!

When something disappointing happened, my mother would remind me not to let that become my focus. There's still so much to be grateful for.

I just like to shake things up, and your hair is one way to do it.

If I spread myself too thin, I'm not a good actor, I'm not a good mother, and I'm just really high-strung - and everybody hates me.

I'm not terribly sentimental.