I'm not militant about anything. If there's cheesecake in the house, I'll have some. If I'm in the mood for something, I'll have it. I don't obsess about anything. I could have three or four "cheat days" in a week and then not have dessert for another three months.

Having been a cheerleader, I know all too well what these girls give up to join forces and compete.

I'm not a prettier everywoman. I am an everywoman that they clean up awfully well for T.V.

If I'm exhausted and I just don't feel like it, then I don't do it. I am a human being, after all. But I also know I'm the kind of person who, if I take one day off, well, it's very easy for me to take the next day off and then quit exercising.

I think I have a disease called spontaneous disclosure. I need to tell everyone my life story instantaneously.

There's no real manual on being a parent. There's no real manual on being a wife. I keep reminding myself, My mother did all this, only she never got to leave the house. OK, I can do this. We're all learning on our own learning curve.

I think children are like pancakes. You sort of ruin the first one, and you get better at it the second time around.