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After successfully surviving a first pregnancy in which she ingested nothing but a shake made from Red Bull, Cheetos, and an occasional texture-additive handful of Funyuns, Britney Spears thought she had a pretty good handle on prenatal nutrition. But after a recent false labor in her second pregnancy necessitated a visit to the hospital and a lecture from some very unpleasant pointy-head types in labcoats, Spears had all her illusions about the baby-growin' properties of artificially colored and flavored orange cheese dust cruelly shattered:

Spears, who is seven months pregnant, learned that she needs to cut down on the Cheetos. "After indulging in junk food during her first two trimesters, she hired a nutritionist to help her follow a well-balanced diet, a "pal" told [In Touch Weekly]. "She wasn't eating enough vegetables."

We hope that Spears will trust the empirical evidence offered by her daily life with son Sean Preston over the nutritional voodoo pushed by that coven of Cedars Sinai witch-doctors; should she ever doubt the wisdom of her Cheetocentric diet, she has to look no further for proof of its efficacy than the semi-indestructible toddler barely dented by months of gravitational-impact stress tests.