Chantal Sarault / Chantal Al-Refae / Foodie Beauty - Delusional drug fiend hamplanet mukbanger from Canada trying to be a glamorous online influencer. Pathological liar, huge bitch, narcissist, animal abuser

She’s so boring lately that Hump Watch is my favourite thing right now.

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Just wow.

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Imagine being Chantal’s lungs and trying to inflate against a slop filled gunt every 30 seconds Her lung function must be shit.
She is a natural apple shaped humanoid; she has always gained in the middle first. Her thunder thighs, ham hock arms, and fatback hunchback only developed when her fat cells were strained to the limit in her midsection.

Because of this, she's got to have a lot of core strength and back strength to inflate her lungs. Now that she's housebound without any exercise whatsoever (verses her old life of walking two flights of stairs to get to the guntmobile, or the strength required to get into and out of the guntmobile), what little core and back strength she had has diminished. Plus, she's slapped another 50+ pounds to her midsection and gunt, which requires more strength to lift... but has diminished instead.

So, she's left panting at the slightest exertion: standing upright, moving her arms slightly. It won't be long now until she can't rock herself to standing any more, or until her legs give out because she can't get enough oxygen in to power them.

Chantal has reached the outer limits of what a human body can stand before something goes very wrong: blood clot, suffocating, diabetic coma, or heart attack.
 
While A was given multiple chances by the private clinic, B was turfed so fast it made their head spin.
IME it’s the folk that make it through the public system that have the best results. They soon realise that the system doesn’t allow for excuses. I suspect because they have made it through the education, the dietary guidelines, often over years, so value the surgery more. Those with the funds to fast track the process, through surgeons that want every cent they can get their hands on, don’t realise what a precious resource it is. If they fail, they can just pay again.

From memory, Chantal had her cheese psych ER emergency to try to fast track her bariatric clinic appointment, and it worked. She’d fucked her opportunity up by her second appointment. She did actually try to get another referral in the luxury villa days when she still had a GP. She even nagged the clinic for an appointment but eventually received a letter denying her referral. For someone who worked in that same health system, she sure has no idea how cut throat it is. Maybe that’s just her self-entitlement in full view.
 
Somewhere in the recesses of her empty skull, she knows nothing will ever change with her weight and her health. She has momentary glimmers of awareness, but she chooses to bury them. Case in point: When she was in that Thai night market without Salah. Note the mental gymnastics from 11:05 to 12:31.


She dropped quite a bit of weight without effort when she was on the Ozempic/meth diet. Instead of going with the (albeit fucked-up) flow, she decided to double-down on edibles to get her appetite back and managed to regain every pound (and more) even with daily cocaine use.

She will never qualify for WLS for the obvious physical and psychological reasons that have been discussed here AD NAUSEUM. But even if she by some miracle did, as a person with ZERO self-discipline, the mere thought of living the rest of her life without instant gratification would drive her away before she followed through. living by the credo, "Well, if I've made it this far..."
 
she decided to double-down on edibles to get her appetite back and managed to regain every pound (and more) even with daily cocaine use.
That's the thing: Chantal doesn't eat because she's hungry. She just genuinely loves to eat. Call it an erotic target location error like trooning out, but she was miserable on Ozempic because she missed eating and hated feeling nauseous when she did eat. For her, taking an appetite suppressor is like a normal person signing up for chemical castration.

Eating is her everything. Food is the love of her life. And til death do them part and stuff.
 
I think he’s just such a shit gamer that he was afraid to step out of his hugbox of Warface and other ancient shooters.
Salad is as much of a "gamer" as Chantal is an "influencer". The only Pokémon game he's ever played is Pokémon Go, and the only games he had in his Steam library were like three free to play games and one that was on sale that he bought after she moved in. I think it was Age of Empires? It was less than twenty bucks. The fact that he hasn't at least been able to bum a used Switch Lite off of his high blood sugar momma is hilarious.

Homeboy don't even have a Gameboy.
 
I don't know what is more vomit inducing:

Corn with Mayo at 5 AM.

Or her trying to fake being an amiable and sympathetic person?
While I loathe to “be fair” to this bitch, Mayo on corn isn’t all that unusual in Mexico.

I’ve had it several times, and the street food vendors who sell it are always crowded. However, it’s typically (not always) prepared with a squeeze of lime juice, and some finely-grated lime zest (peel), and sometimes cilantro. The cheese is also “cotija” which I’ve heard/read characterized as “Mexican Parmesan

As @The Judean People's Front noted, the corn must be grilled, not boiled to death, and should have lots of char.

It may sound a bit less than appetizing, but I promise, it can be quite delicious when prepared correctly.
 
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Somewhere in the recesses of her empty skull, she knows nothing will ever change with her weight and her health. She has momentary glimmers of awareness, but she chooses to bury them.

It's very easy for normal people to disregard food addiction and mock deathfats, but the more I witness Gordas like Chins mainline ketchup with the same gusto that junkies mainline heroin, the more pity I feel for them. If Chins weren't such a piece of shit, I would pity her... no matter how you slice it, she's an asshole. She knows she's killing herself, the same way an alcoholic with liver failure knows they're killing themselves when they continue to drink booze, but nobody cares about Gunt enough to pull her from the ledge... not her mom, not her aunt, not her "husband." Nobody loves this bitch... nobody. I wouldn't wish her life on my worst enemy.
 
Gunty, it's 5 in the morning. Why are you making fucked up corn?
Because she is a fat fuck and will have been craving it , nothing gets in the way of her and whatever dish of slop she is “craving “ . Even at 5am when her pretend huzzband is out with his real boy/girlfriend
The back hump is getting bigger every day and by now her neck is covered with fat , held in place by the head spanx, she has outgrown the largest size of tarp she can buy in shops and is showing no signs of slowing down her food intake.
She showed the empty fridge and she will have scarfed the snacks last week, but remember that she ate 4 trolleys of shopping and also ate take out every day. It is exactly as predicted, back in the luxury shit hole and just eating because it’s a while before she has another tourist visa border run.
She looks more like uncle fester each day, ….only FATTER .. and uglier.
 
I haven’t listened to a video of hers in a while. She really is sounding horrible. There is absolutely COPD or some level of CHF going on there. She’s gasping for air in a manner that should be highly concerning to her or her pet plagiarist. If she’s trying to claim that she’s had a cold as well, then that amount of reduced pulmonary function needs an ER beeze to rule out pneumonia or something.
She has a history of clots in her lungs and she claims asthma as well. Asthma runs in her family apparently.

The shisha + (untreated) clots + (untreated) asthma = her heavy breathing under very mild or no exertion.

Anyone else would be on death’s door, but lolcows always have +10 luck.
 
Morbid thought exercise. What happens if Chantal is incapacitated by a stroke, heart attack, or other sudden, severe health problem in their apartment? In that scenario, it's up to Salah to call for an ambulance. What happens if he doesn't? Do you think the Kuwait police are going to give a shit if a morbidly obese Canadian woman is found dead from [obesity-related health condition]?
 
I think we played “dead abandoned Chantal” before. The authorities would find her stinking body, call her mother. Mom would either call the embassy to help her get Chantal home (on her dime though) or she’d say, do your thing, here’s my credit card and in one of those dirt places she’d go.

The question is, would Smee come to Kuwait to see the grave? They bury them fast in that part of the world so she’s unlikely to be there for their version of a funeral, whatever that would be with a friendless shut in.

In a real marriage it’d be Salad’s responsibility but I’m not convinced they’ve made it legal.

So when does she have to renew her Visa again? It counts from when she entered the county right, so that is mid-December? I’m bad with dates.
 
Welcome kiwis to pin the dorsal hump on the whale!

Introducing our whale, the Obese Outgrowth of Ottawa, Chantal! FhodR_PXoAMKrM5.jpeg
Here the dorsal hump is a nice smooth mound graciously curved like a fattened hill, plump with hourly refeedings.

We have now progressed to a deformed lumpoid mass which looks like the mass grave of the hasty burial of various farm animals as sacrifice to the kebob killer of Kuwait.
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As we move to the front visage. Please take a look around the hills have eyes forehead. The eye creases which now deeper than the source of the Nile. The nose lump which has migrated north from the bridge of her nose in search of new nesting grounds. The side of her buccal fat now co parenting with her nostril fat. The eyelids now provide full rain and sun shelter for the eye holes underneath. Screenshot_20231030-174047.jpg

See you soon fatty!
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