I'm A Disorganized Mess. My Purse Is

When You're A Big Girl Like Me, You Want Someone Who Makes You Feel Diminutive. I Think Fat Guys Are Sexy.

If It Weren't For My Breast Cancer, I Wouldn't Be A 'today' Host. After I Got Better, I Talked To My Boss About Working On The Show. Six Months Before, I'd Have Been Terrified To Go In There And Ask For What I Wanted. But After What I'd Been Through, How Could I Be Scared Of Being Told No?

I Wake Up At 4:15 A.m., Get Some Coffee, Turn On The News, See What's Happening, Go Clickety-clack On The Web To See What I Missed Overnight. Then I Go To The Gym, Around 5:15, And I Do What Appears To Be A Very Light Workout, But Who Cares. I'm Socializing With Other Nice People At The Gym. Then I Go Into Work, And I'm Really Awake.

I'm A Disorganized Mess. My Purse Is Gross: I Once Found A Shoulder Pad, String Cheese, And A Christmas Ornament In It!

Life Is A Series Of Baby Steps Along The Way And If You Add Up These Tiny Little Steps You Take Toward Your Goal, Whatever It Is, Whether It's Giving Up Something, A Terrible Addiction Or Trying To Work Your Way Through An Illness. When You Total Up Those Baby Steps You'd Be Amazed Over The Course Of 10 Years, The Strides You've Taken.