Half an hour pity party this time. She can
rilly stretch out two minutes worth of actual thoughts, can't she?
She is completely out of breath right from the start.
And jeeze, she is so fucking dramatic. Can she stop with "this is the last time I will ever get to eat pizza/Arby's/poutine ever again"? Lose some weight, and have a couple of slices of pizza, FFS. Just don't eat
three pizzas. Lots of skinny people enjoy the occasional slice or two of pizza.
Anyway, this video was pretty smart. She gets to binge for the second day in a row, but this time she makes it an
educational video. And also to comfort
other closet bingers (or
expose them, she kinda leans both ways). As she admits herself, less guilt this way. Clever, huh?
I do love how disgusted with herself she looks. Unlike Amberlynn, who enjoys her binges, Chantal legitimately seems to hate herself for them. There's some of that karma she was talking about in the cake lollipop video. Suck it up, fatso!
She still says her goal is to "get her shit together, impress people, and shut everybody up" which is why she will never get her shit together or impress anyone.
Twelve minutes in, the psychobabble is hot and heavy, accent on the
psycho-. Then some earsplitting voices for the cat. "You have bald spots" she meanly says to the cat in a taunting voice...
Cut to parking lot scene. She has a shopping bag of food from McDonald's. Notice she says "burgers" not "a burger" Glad she leaves the onions off, she wouldn't want to accidentally consume a vitamin, would she?
Karma strikes again as she gets a parking ticket, the big dummy.
Shifty-eyed, she talks about how embarrassing it is to pig out. (Anybody know if that is her old car? I am too lazy to check...) Yet, she makes all the sex noises we expect. Then she babbles about addiction while ducking from passersby... She licks her fingers like a slob again and again as she shovels in fries five-at-a-time.
She says she gets to eat what she wants and not worry about it because tomorrow she will start all over. "It's like a complete escape from reality" she says. She tries moving the sun visor to hide herself from the passersby, and her head is almost too fat for the maneuver. "I couldn't be happier right now", she squeals in a cascade of giggles and "hee hees"
"I'm hoping this is the last day of bad eating I have...for a long time" she says, stuffing the burger into her gob. "Tomorrow, back on the ride."
She says she'll get a lot of "hate" for this, but says maybe she needs people to kick her in the ass.
She talks about how terrified she is of having anesthesia at her weight, as she loudly burps up her meal.
"It's like you guys aren't real", she tells us.
Next, we see Peetz as Chantal shows off her meal. Disco music plays as she lovingly shows us enough food for three people.
Back home, she is exhausted from all the gluttony. "It never is worth it", she concedes. She says she wants to put this day behind her and that she feels sick. She will throw her "binge sweater" in the trash tomorrow she says, gasping for air.
She ends the video, but comes back with big news. She applied to volunteer somewhere, and heard back. No word if she told them she is a 400 pound mentally ill woman. She does not tell us what kind of volunteer job it is.
Oh, and what is it about deathfatties drinking from Mason jars? Why do they all do that? A glass won't do the job?
This is one of the most pathetic recent entries in her "journey". Full of self-loathing and loathing for everyone else.