One of my absolute favorite things about famous people is their ability to gain weight for a role. What sacrifices they make. They get to eat Twinkies, Ho-Hos, Ding Dongs . . . essentially any Hostess snack on the market . . . and they not only add fifty pounds to their frame, they add an Oscar to their mantle!
Whereas when I eat, say, a six pack of Little Debbie Cosmic Brownies or a whole roll of Rolos, I earn a stamp “Born Again Virgin for Life” on my forehead. It’s really quite unfair when you think about it.
That’s why I’m digging that Jim Carrey finally stands for the truth. Jim lost a bunch of weight to star in The Incredible Burt Wonderstone but he missed the F— out of food.
It’s not a happy place to be . . . I’m back now. I’ve got Mr. Cuddly back and we’re happy. It’s not a natural place to live in that kind of shape. It looks great. It’s fantastic and gets a lot of attention, but you have to eat, like, antimatter to stay in that kind of shape.
We can be thankful for one more thing. Jenny McCarthy obviously never made him vaccinate the sexy disease out of his hot body.