Surely Chantal did not rage binge her last brownie, send Salah out for a spread of all the *freshest* desserts in Kuwait, rage again, and binge again all night. I will explain her absence thusly:
Chantal, having completed her controlled study of " yummy brownie sugar absorption when ingested with miracle elixir 'made by doctors'" is currently working on publishing her article on the remarkable benefits of unicity in reversing diabetes. Medical journals are beating her door down requesting solo rights to her groundbreaking article and scientifically proven testing procedures and results.
She's also editing her next vlog because her adoration for her viewers knows no bounds, and she would like them to have a front row seat as we embark on this new adventure with Chantal, diabetes whisperer and certified genius.
She's not flopping in seal position and choking back sugar while her organs recoil in fear, you idiots. if you don't believe her, "you're fat, cam up. Go on a diet!"
I have no doubt that the guy told you that he was an intravenous alcohol addict, but I find it exceedingly difficult to believe that he actually was.
Chantal should try the persistent vegetative state diet. It might be her most promising chance at weight loss, especially once her tube feeds were withdrawn. Somehow, I doubt there would be a protracted legal battle over doing so, unless they all fought about who actually got to pull the tube.
No he did it once out of desperation with rubbing alcohol or something a tiny bit to not seize and get out of delirium, ended up in icu almost died. He was a druggie/alcoholic, he’s not proud of it was just sharing his bottom.
She’s painting herself deeper and deeper into a checkmate corner with her commodities and food and diet options.
In addiction I would always have this vision of the hands of time and consequence wrapping around my neck like cords and as I got closer to death it would move faster and faster and each time I got out it was longer and longer to unwind it.
L Ron Hubbard, not his cat, l Ron Hubbard’s cat is a gentleman and scholar and great kiwi, or Ki-she, was a freaking paranoid schizo con man but I think one of the few things he got right is that addiction gets you off of your time track ( he thought of consciousness but now it’s also represented in DNA as the telomeres, they shorten as you get closer to death like a time line) and time and space are all relevant so she’s just doing way to much to fast and burning out at both ends in fancier geek words. He definitely was a self obsessed psychonaut with way too much time on his hands.
MIt’s fascinating to watch the death spiral. I used to care way too much and thought she could be saved but now I can watch her with detachment as a case study about the ravages of addiction, mental illness, system wide inflammation and just oh my god ick ticking time bomb.
lol it wouldn’t do anything but if she were my friend I’d get her a cameo of dr now telling her she needs to get in a hospital for a controlled diet and that’s it no more experimenting on herself, he’d ask her where it had gotten her so far or like stupid dr Phil says “how’s that working out for you?”
I do like that makeup though, the purple eyeshadow is much better than her death masque!
