If You Don't Love Your

I Could Be Hit By A Sara Lee Truck Tomorrow. Which Is Not A Bad Way Of Going: 'richard Simmons Found In A Freeway In Pound Cake And Fudge, With A Smile On His Face.' Let's Face It. We Don't Know Anything.

I Sort Of Think Of Myself As Part Priest, Part Clown.

I Hope In My Lifetime We Can All Continue To Laugh At Ourselves And Not Put Down Anyone For What They Weigh.

Every Day After School, For Three Hours A Day, I Would Sell Those Pralines On The Street Corner. I Was Just Eight Years Old. I'd Bring The Money Home To My Parents And Say, "this Is Just The Beginning."

My Father Offered Me A Dollar For Every Pound I Would Lose As A Kid. It Didn't Work. And It Doesn't Really Work In The Long Run.