My mother made a lot of things because she thought they'd be healthy for us. There were some very unfortunate experiences with whole wheat bread and bananas. I always tried to get rid of that sandwich and eat one of my friends' lunches.
Junk food drags you down.
Even that was all consumed after two days, and the patients had to try to choke down fresh fish, just boiled in water, without salt, pepper or butter; mutton, beef, and potatoes without the faintest seasoning.
I eat almost no lunch. I have a big dinner but I don't have a big lunch.
People say to me now, 'Oh, it must have been so glamorous to grow up in hotels, eat in restaurants.' Of course, we hated it.
In England and America people tend to graze all day long, but I think it's such a waste to be constantly picking at food because you then can't enjoy a proper full meal when the time comes.
By the way, the food in prison was disgusting. Like, baked beans every day for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
The hardest diet I was ever on was the one when I was fat. You can only wear fat clothes, you don't feel good, your sex life gets damaged, you don't have energy for anything. It's horrible.
I was eating bad stuff. Lots of sugar and carbs, junk food all the time. It makes you very irritated.
Unfortunately, I cook for two boys, and they don't care what it looks like on the plate, and neither do I.
I don't want to eat good anymore.
I hate junk food. It depresses me.
I used to eat burgers and steak, and I would just be knocked out afterward; I had to give it up.
I went along doing the one-salad-a-night routine for a year. And I remember feeling so tired and depressed and irritable. I had no personal life. I was always flying someplace - weekends, holidays, vacations. Dinners at night were no fun because I couldn't eat.
