January 2008 Archives

UPDATE:
As of 2:54 p.m, Here's what the news outlets are reporting on Brit Brit.

Her folks say the troubled pop tart is "resting" at the hospital. No word on her mental status or why she was admitted.

12:06 p.m.

There's lots of news in the world of Britney today, dear readers.

It appears that she was taken from her home early Thursday morning by ambulance, and is possibly being evaluated by the mental health folks.

The story is still evolving, so I'll keep you posted as things come out.

In the meantime, this is what has been released about Britney Spears' latest folly.

Poor Brit Brit.

Don't you wish she would go back to the days of just flashing her bare bottom?

This hospital stuff is just. . . sad.

If anyone else reads/sees anything, let me know so I can update the post.

Stay tuned.

For the "Attack of the Muffin Tops," post, I received several comments from folks on both sides of the issue.

York Dude wrote:

"Me likey! To me it says hey I'm not perfect but I'm not insecure either. That appeals to me."

Some folks out there enjoy the look. However, York Dude was mostly alone in his opinion here.

Seriously, who does NOT want to look at these hot men again?

In case you missed it, here's one of my favorite posts on Hollywood's hottest men.

Why can't they do countdowns like this every month?

Sigh. Oh well. Here's some man candy to help you waste your time at work.

Enjoy.

I love Man Candy

In a stunning, "DUH"-type story, researchers who studied active and non-active twins found that those who work out look better and appear younger than folks who don't.

Shut up! Seriously?

Last time I was a the gym, I was on the cycle next to a woman who clearly worked out more than me.

This is going to come as a surprise, but she looked really young and healthy, despite being in her 40s (I asked her.).

No kidding. I was amazed by it, too.

So guys, here's the story on the study they needed to prove this one. Any thoughts?

So, I've been trying to figure out if you need to hate yourself to lose weight.

On many, many of the weight loss sites I've visited, those trying to lose weight lament about how they hate their bodies and in turn, hate themselves.

The hate seems to be a strong motivator for them to lose weight.

One person was even quoted as saying, "If you look at yourself and you like what you see in the mirror, you've already lost the battle."

That's an interesting thought.

In my case, I don't hate myself, or my extra weight.

Could that be why I'm not losing as quickly as I'd like?

In case you missed it, here's my thoughts on the ever showing, "Muffin Tops"

Attack of the Muffin Tops

Enjoy, and feel free to leave your comments.

So, our girl Brit-Brit is at it again.

On Jan. 11, she went to a Mercedes-Benz dealership wearing one of the wedding dresses she wore at her 2004 nupitials to K-Fed.

Some thought the move was strange (you think?).

Psychologists who were interviewed for the US Weekly story about it said Britney Spears was making a statement to the world that the dress, and the marriage, were no longer sacred.

I think we've already picked that up from the divorce, and the ugly custody battle being waged between our favorite pop tart and her ex-hubby.

However, this is even strange behavior for her.

Now, I don't know about you, but if I had a wedding dress, and I needed to go car shopping, I couldn't think of better attire to wear for it.

Also, is it just me, or is anyone else wondering if her real hair has grown all the way back yet?

I'm just sayin.. .

Having a broken ankle, and not working has given me a chance to pause and take stock of my life.

It's provided me with the time to ponder the important questions. These inquiries deal with life and death, love and loss - you know, the important things in life.

They're questions we ignore during the hustle and bustle of our busy lives, but ones we should consider.

For example, I was wondering, could I survive a zombie attack?

If half-dead, flesh-eating, brain-devouring zombies began to roam the earth, or specifically, my hood, would I be able to live through it?

I mean, zombies are no joke. You've got to be on your toes around them.

Just one bite - one scratch, and you're going to be the next one with oozing skin, decaying body parts falling off and a craving for some nice, hot brains.

And in recent years, zombies have grown from being slow-moving legions of the undead to being track stars with the hunting skills of jaguars.

Around 7 a.m., which seems to be the time my ankle likes to wake me up and remind me that it's broken, still pissed with me about it and in pain, I asked myself, how would I protect my brain from from the zombies?

This is Michele Canty, reporting on her broken ankle from York.

Since my last report, I've only fallen on my broken ankle once, and I didn't even cry.

Ok, maybe just a little. . .

Anywho, I'm currently in sunny VA with the family (it's like 10-15 degress warmer than PA), hanging out at my parents' home in Newport News.

They've been great.

My mom has been cooking me healthy meals, because we're trying to keep my weight where it is.

My dad has only threatened to hit my broken ankle with a cane once. (Maybe that's because I teased him about being older than the oldest man in the Bible, or at least knowing that guy, but that's not really the point.)

Mostly, things are good. I'm still in some pain, and my ankle is still swollen to almost the size of a softball.

But lots of packs of ice usually help with the swelling.

I'm just hoping the ankle is in better shape by sandal season. I will not give up my strappy, open-toed shoes.

But I digress. . .

You know - I never knew how important some things were until I was unable to do them.

Like putting on my own pants - who knew you could roll yourself out of bed trying to put on the widest-legged pants you have, and still not succeed at the task at hand?

Going to the bathroom?

That's a joyous adventure that takes anywhere from 15 to 20 minutes.

It depends on how long it takes me to scoot down the hallway in the computer chair that has become my best friend and basic means of transportation.

This jaunt also includes the time it takes to pull down my pants to avoid an accident.

We're talking fun, fun and more fun!

Rolling over to reach my water bottle on the night stand?

This barrel of laughs now consists of me grunting and puffing as I try to shift my body weight just a little, to make the whole "rolling over" thing happen.

Sometimes it goes well. Most times, it doesn't.

Did I mention that I haven't left my apartment in a week, and that I believe my cats are starting to answer me when I talk to them?

Boy, no one told me how much fun a broken ankle would be. It is truly a joy.

(For those of you who don't know me that well, that was sarcasm. . . )

I don't mean to sound like a baby or anything, but this whole broken bone thing really, really sucks.

All I can say is, thank goodness my mommy is here.

Here are a few shots of my foot. Those fat, swollen things that look like breakfast sausages are my toes:

One more time:

When I was at the hospital, I kept thinking to myself,

"Thank goodness my pedicure is holding up! Those little sausages, I mean, toes, look fabulous!"

Do you guys ever wonder why Britney pops up on my blog so much?

There are a lot of reasons. . .

My name is Michele, and I'm a celebrity gossip addict.

Seriously, though, I enjoy reading about these folks, their accomplishments and of course, their woes.

And, it just so happens that Brit-Brit is the queen pop wreck right now. I will, however, try to diversify to others with problems, such as Amy Winehouse and others - just to be fair.

I'm not mad at her, and we're not hating on her. She did, however, write a suicide note before her very public meltdown this month. . .

I think we're just pointing out some obvious. . . problems she's having right now.

Now, some of you may say - isn't this a blog about weight-loss struggles?

Yes, it is.

However, it's a blog about many different kinds of struggles, mine, both personal and professional, as well as my thoughts on the struggles of others, including my favorite victim, Britney Spears.

So, I'll keep "Weighing In" about my weight loss, Britney and whatever else comes to mind.

I hope you'll keep reading, and enjoy the journey with me.

It's been about a week since my surgery. I went to the doctor's on Monday.

The surgeon is happy with how I'm healing. He said it looks like the bones are mending back together well.

You guys should see my x-rays. It's like I have "The Terminator's" ankle. On the left side, it has a long, metal plate that hugs the bone.

The plate is held in place by 10 screws along the bone. I have two other screws in the ankle, which have secured the other two broken bones in place.

It's kind of neat. Well, not the pain, the swelling and the whole, "not being able to walk, drive, etc.," thing, but the surgery of it.

The surgeons used staples (yes, staples) to close the wounds on both sides of my ankle. They have like a staple gun that they use for procedures. How cool is that?

What was not so cool was the removing of the staples, another highlight of Monday's appointment.

I was brave and handled it well (read: I cried like a baby, and wished some evil thoughts on the nurse who had to take out my roughly 18 staples. Thank goodness my sister Debbie was there to hold my hand.).

I made it up and down the 25 steps (my physical therapist counted them) from the curb to my apartment. I'm back in my apartment, using my computer chair and walker to get around.

I've got a family friend staying with me, so I'm not alone. I'm not in as much pain as I had been in, and that's a good thing.

I'm fighting off a bout of cabin fever, though. My cats have been huddling together too much. I think they may be plotting against me. I'll keep you guys posted on that one. (smile)

Guys, I owe you an apology.

I have been remiss in my duties as the monitor of all things Britney Spears.

The last 10 days or so were particularly busy for our Brit-Brit, and I didn't update you guys on the haps.

I've let my own personal problems, including my broken ankle, get in the way of my work.

For that, I'm sorry. (smile)

Anywho, it appears that Brit Brit is wacky as ever. However, her behavior is moving more from crazy to just plain bizarre.

On Jan. 3, Brit Brit had a hissy fit when K-Fed's bodyguards came to pick up the boys after their supervised visit with her.

Apparently, she locked herself in the bathroom with the baby, Jayden, and refused to come out for several hours.

The police gave her a choice - you can leave in an ambulance, or in the police car - what's your pleasure.

She picked the ambulance, and was carried out of her home on a stretcher, where witnesses said she laughed manically and talked about how next time, her plan to take over the world would work.

Ok, she didn't talk about taking over the world, but witnesses did say her laughing was out of place and freaked them out.

Did I mention that our pop wreck also lost custody of her babies?

On Jan. 5, the mighty Dr. Phil tried to intervene, but our girl Brit Brit brushed him off.

More on the Dr. Phil mess, with everyone coming out to say he was dead wrong to try to use Britney.

Rumor also has it that in the same week, Brit Brit started dating a paparazzo (that's just one of the meddlesome bunch that chases her with cameras 24-7.)

This week, she's on vacation with her new, married boyfriend in Mexico.

Ah, the wonders never cease.

Here's a journalist's take on Britney Spears and our obsession with her life.

It almost makes one feel bad for buying the gossip rags with Britney on the cover. Almost.

I do love the part about the girl saying she almost did a Britney. Read the article to find out more.

Anyone have any good Britney stories to share?

With the new year starting, many of us have resolutions involving losing weight.

Your fat blogger is one of them.

As I mulled starting to diet, again, I wondered where I should go for help in losing weight.

I've tried Weight Watchers and other diets, but found them hard to stick to.

So, I'm thinking about trying alli, the new, over-the-counter weight-loss drug.

I've considered it before, and even wrote this blog post on the pill, which promises 50 percent more weight loss than dieting alone.

Needless to say, it made me have some concerns about alli and its side effects.

Do any of you know someone who has tried alli?

What do you think I should do?

the joys of a broken ankle such as,

the pain?

the fact that I use a shower chair so I can shower?

not being able to climb up or down my steps?

the fact that I live on the second floor?

the pain?

the fact that my ankle injury wakes me up every morning?

that my ankle hates me for what happened?

that I actually miss work, and would trade it for some pain-free days?

the pain?

Yes, I did.

As usual, I was rushing out of the house Jan. 3, headed to work. It was a really, really cold day, too.

I went to step off my front step on my right foot, felt myself slipping, and went down on my left foot with all my weight.

My foot turned at a really, really bad angle. Think horror movies, where you see limbs bend in ways they shouldn't.

Basically, the bottom of my shoe was looking up at me. Ouch.

My neighbors heard me calling for help, and called 911.

Did I mention how cold it was? I was on my butt, on the very cold front porch.

I got a ride in the ambulance to York Hospital, where I was told I broke my ankle in three in three - yes, three - places.

As the doctor said, "You did it up right."

Funny. That guy was a real comedian.

If I hadn't been on pain meds, I may have hurt him.

So, I get to have surgery and stay in the hospital. The fun never ends.

I'll be keeping you posted on my progress here, so keep reading.

Right now, though, I've got to do the bunny hop to the bathroom.

Ok, is it just me, or are you tired of seeing people leave their homes in pajama pants?

Whether it's plaid, striped over covered with the "Dr. Pepper," logo, pajama pants are everywhere.

Every time I see someone walking in the mall, waiting in line at the grocery store, ordering food at a restaurant, or even just hanging out anywhere (besides their home) with pajama pants on, it makes me cringe.

What is wrong with these people?

What are they saying with this look?

To all you pajama-wearing fashion victims, this is what your "outfit" says to me, and the rest of the population:

"I just rolled out of bed, and here I am!"

"I don't own any pants."

"I wish every day was a pajama party day!"

"I have not done laundry in ages - note the dirty bottoms of my pajama pants."

"I'm waaaaaay too lazy to throw on some sweats."

"I bet you thought only trainwreck celebrities could get away with this look."

"Stacey and Clinton (this is a "What NOT to Wear" reference) would be soooo proud."

"I think I'm really cool, and that I'm being trendy, but I look a hot mess."

My new year's resolutions include several things, such as:

1. Go on vacation to exotic locale

2. Have erotic fling while at said locale

3. Lose those pesky 25 (ok, 55) pounds

4. Be a better sister, daughter, aunt, friend, lover, worker, reporter and writer

5. Get organized

I decided to hit the ground running with the resolutions, and tackled one of my biggest organizational "problems" - my closet