Joni Edelman

Actually, no, I'm not a gluttonous moron.

A weekly trip to Walmart would end in tears — first theirs, then mine. Them pining in the toy aisle. Me saying no. Over and over. It wasn’t so much that I wanted to buy my kids whatever they wanted, it was that I couldn’t.

By baby three, well let’s just say things are a little anticlimactic, at least where furnishings are concerned. Hand me down crib. Check.

Chronic stress secretes a hormonal cocktail that wreaks havoc on that amazing body you have. Here's how you can chill your adrenals and reduce stress.

The argument against homeschooling is always the same: “Kids need to socialize.”

You do not have to hate your body — but you don’t have to love it either. While I'm happy with my fat body, I miss being thin.

I want my kids to have an understanding of the truth of sex, the ins, the outs, the details no one wants to ask anyone—least of all their mom.

I did The Today Show, and after that spent 45 minutes talking to Inside Edition. If you're confused, imagine how I felt.

I don’t think of myself as fat. Not inside, anyway.

As long as I can remember having paid attention to the media, I can remember a woman's weight—or body in general—being a news story.