I don't take care of myself at all. I've no idea why I'm not a fat bloater. I eat everything and anything. I never cook and just eat take-outs.
I don't think I think things through like regular people would. I could be a real hateful person, and I also don't really care about my own well-being, I guess. I just kind of have that knack about me. I just don't care.
If I went out to play basketball with other kids, when I came home I'd shower and go right back to the computer again. If there was a birthday party or a family activity, I would take my laptop and spend the whole day there.
I am always running late for absolutely everything; my hair's the last thing I do because I am terrible at it.
When you're feeling down, sad, lonely, negative, you don't want to take care of yourself - and the weight problem and the diabetic problem and the heart attack and stroke problems and high cholesterol set in.
I used to be jack the lad, I was out a lot, I was mainly waking up with hangovers at tournaments rather than preparing.
My weight fluctuates constantly—I don't really take good care of myself. I just sort of exist and survive.
I was still going out when I was younger - drinking - and I wasn't looking after myself properly.
I have always been blessed with an enormous amount of energy. And so I didn't take care of my health at all.
