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

I am still wagering on another meltdown within days. She knows it too; that's half of the reason why she needs another break (the other half is that she wants to binge in peace) None of this laid-back, sleepy placidity this week has any ring of truth to it. It is a facade that an angry and confused Chantal is hiding behind; she has been walking on eggshells since the unsubscribing incident happened. Nothing had been resolved; none of the stuff she ranted about has changed. She's still not even sure why they unsubscribed. But she's been trying to be careful in what she says.

What usually happens in a case like this is that the tone-deaf oaf will release a video that she thinks is really great but is met with derision, catching her off guard. Then she goes into kill-anything-that-moves mode.

My only fear is that she leaves for a week and comes back with a new grape fast. Those take a long time to play out.
 
Yeah, I think the only reason she got back on to the doctor plan was the panic of having the appointment again soon. Like brushing your teeth really well before going to the dentist, she thought she could undo the damage of the junk food she's been inhaling. Her hold on this latest healthy eating kick is tenuous at best, she hasn't even got the high of the first 2 motivated days in a new diet. She seems tired of her own shit at this point.
 
Holy fuck listening her talk about being fat at the theatre is pure torture, it's that dull. She's scared the elevator in the parking garage will break down, she's scared about having to walk far from the car, people staring.... (but apparently not scared of diabetes, huh?). Five minutes later, and she's still going on about it to the point of checking on google maps to see how you enter the garage.

How she can spend so much mental energy on utterly idiotic shit like this, while killing herself with food and claiming that diets are 'too much effort'?

Edit; For fuck's sake, this entire thing is just her play-acting another fantasy because she's so ~quirky with her ~anxiety and ~phobias. She's acting like she's panicking about the garage being full, she needs help from Rina to find a space, at some point she even makes some stupid scream noise. Rina sounds utterly done with it.

The idiot sits in her garage for hours to livestream meltdowns, and she expects us to believe they give her intense anxiety?
 
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Has ice cream on her pig nose, paws at her face multiple times and rubbing her hands together after to clean them, all the while the ice cream is still on her pig nose. Never change Flooby Booby.

LOL just saw her "going to the movies" video. She's done up like a character going to the Opera. Who tf dresses up like that to go to a movie? And wanna bet she did the VIP thing so the food would come to her, so she wouldn't have to waddle every half-half hour to the lobby.
 
I know thats not quite what rina did but just saying I absolutely HATE people who feed other people's cats and invite them into their homes it pisses me off I live in the countryside where everyone lets their cats out my neighbour kept feeding our cat but because we had kids and couldn't afford the expensive food that she kept feeding her our cat hardly ever came home my kids were distraught in the end we said fuck it fine have the cat then the cat got sick REALLY sick she tried to get us to pay for it I told her tough shit its your cat so she spent £1200 quid getting it fixed then a month later her idiot husband ran the cat over by accident killing her I was upset about the cat but karma is a bitch lol sorry I know this has nothing to do with blooby I won't do it again
You gotta stop spergging about yourself and your personal life.
 
How she can spend so much mental energy on utterly idiotic shit like this, while killing herself with food and claiming that diets are 'too much effort'?
The only reason she says diets are too much effort is because she doesn't want to face the reality of what she's eating. All calorie estimates in her videos are ridiculously small, the counts are only accurate if she reads them directly from the food packaging. In one of her older videos she estimates a huge serving of fries with ketchup to be only 300-400 calories, when in reality it was probably 700-800 calories if not even more. And in her latest mukbang she admits she would have eaten twice as many meatballs without realizing if she hadn't weighed them out. She doesn't get that the only person she's lying to with dishonesty about her food intake is herself.

There is absolutely nothing meaningful going on in Chantal's life, all she's been doing for years is sitting at home watching Netflix, stressing out over pointless things and looking up what people are saying about her online. Yet she's constantly "going through a lot" and is too busy to spend 10 minutes of her day focusing on the main goal of her life right now: losing weight so she doesn't become bedridden and diabetic. She's probably reading this message too instead of putting any lasting effort into improving her own quality of life.
 
You gotta stop spergging about yourself and your personal life.

Other than explaining about my eyesight which I kinda had to do ive only done it once and yes I know hence why I apologized at the end of my comment it was a one off but yes I won't be doing it again like i already said

She truly believes everyone eats the way she does I wonder if shes ever recently gone through her videos re watched them and seen how mental she is with all the contradictions and lies if she hasn't she should it could be eye opening for her
Holy fuck listening her talk about being fat at the theatre is pure torture, it's that dull. She's scared the elevator in the parking garage will break down, she's scared about having to walk far from the car, people staring.... (but apparently not scared of diabetes, huh?). Five minutes later, and she's still going on about it to the point of checking on google maps to see how you enter the garage.

How she can spend so much mental energy on utterly idiotic shit like this, while killing herself with food and claiming that diets are 'too much effort'?

Edit; For fuck's sake, this entire thing is just her play-acting another fantasy because she's so ~quirky with her ~anxiety and ~phobias. She's acting like she's panicking about the garage being full, she needs help from Rina to find a space, at some point she even makes some stupid scream noise. Rina sounds utterly done with it.

The idiot sits in her garage for hours to livestream meltdowns, and she expects us to believe they give her intense anxiety?
 
Other than explaining about my eyesight which I kinda had to do ive only done it once and yes I know hence why I apologized at the end of my comment it was a one off but yes I won't be doing it again like i already said

As long as we're helping newfags I'd like to point out that there's an edit feature on this forum, you should use that instead of doubleposting.
 
Well, I always knew Chantal was boring, but I think she outdid herself with this one.

However, I will roll up my sleeves and do one of my summaries, nonetheless:

Chantal spergs on and on and on about her insane phobias about being seen in public or trapped in an elevator. She heaps praise on Rina's cat, which does nothing but sit there. She paid $14 Canadian dollars for a "Caesar" drink (I have been known to visit bars, but in my life, I have never ever heard of a Caesar. It apparently has pickles in it, if I understand Chantal correctly. Is it a Canuck thing?) They flee the parking structure with a minute to spare before they would get charged. The movie gets a 7/10 from Chantal the movie critic.

There. Done. All of that took 25 freakin' minutes to show on video.

I feel sorry for whoever had to sit behind that ridiculous bun on her head, and I lol'ed that her fancy wear for the 'VIP Theater' included the same plaid slacks she wore to the gym. Bet those are the only pants that fit her.

Her comment section is aglow with well-wishers. Gawd, she gets the most stupid fans.

The ice cream video was a lot better. It reminds me of the video when she was threatening the haters while eating a pink Starbucks cake-lollipop, punctuating her asinine rant by jabbing the cake-pop in the faces of the viewers in anger for emphasis.

Chantal is like drugs: the highs are wild fun, but when she comes down everything seems monotonous and numbing and depressing.
 
She is the very definition of a pig in lipstick. Sauce on her lips and wrists, chomping with her mouth open before shoving another heaping spoon into her gaping maw as her cats sits next to her on the table. All the while complaining about how terrible the pickles taste while conveyor-belting them into her mouth.

Is it just me or do those pathetic window curtains look as if they've never seen a vacuum or the inside of a washing machine; they appear to have taken on an ever more sad, depressing colour of beige.
She said she weighed her food and maybe she did. But she’s still stupid AF.
'Bibi' is supposed to be allergic to cheese? Or intolerant? at least doesn't like it or something. There is no way he would be wanting a cheesecake. I hope Chantal enjoys her cake.
I have worked with several people from Africa, and not one of them liked American type food, especially cheese. I doubt "Bibi" even likes cheesecake or even eats fast food. He probably eats vegetables and those African stews he makes. The guys I knew never ate in the cafeteria or if they did it was protein bar or something similar.
 
She paid $14 Canadian dollars for a "Caesar" drink (I have been known to visit bars, but in my life, I have never ever heard of a Caesar. It apparently has pickles in it, if I understand Chantal correctly. Is it a Canuck thing?)

To my knowledge, a Caesar and a bloody mary are about the same thing, a savoury alcoholic drink made with tomato juice and hot sauce, sometimes with celery or bacon or pickled bean garnish and a ring of salt (?) around the rim. The Caesar also has clam juice in it (Mott's Clamato juice).
 
Chantal spergs on and on and on about her insane phobias about being seen in public or trapped in an elevator. She heaps praise on Rina's cat, which does nothing but sit there. She paid $14 Canadian dollars for a "Caesar" drink (I have been known to visit bars, but in my life, I have never ever heard of a Caesar. It apparently has pickles in it, if I understand Chantal correctly. Is it a Canuck thing?
That's all I got from this one. The fact that Chantal orders a drink that you can eat. I mean, of course she does. She's Chantal. TIL: it's tomato and vodka and Worcestershire sauce and spicy shit. One recipe references something called tomato-clam juice but I stopped there because I don't really want to know what that is.
 
We sure heard a lot about her phobias & that (disgusting) drink -but not food. Why?
She made a big deal about buying food then having to walk back to her seat while people stared, so it would make sense that having people bring you the food would be like winning the lottery.
Never witnessed a grown woman go on & on about parking, the garage & an escalator so much. Rina seemed to shut her out, since being around her in person without wanting to backhand her must take a lot more willpower than I have. Good God, she never shuts up with her nonsense.
Laughed out loud when I saw she got 'dressed up', but wore the pants she had on during her one trip to the gym.
She's filmed herself at the movies a few times with Peetz, but I don't remember her whining about everything so much.
I think she ends up spending so much time alone in her car because she is impossible to be around for any length of time. Even with Rina, she is so awkward, loud & irritating. Her social skills truly stopped developing in her pre-teen years. Imagine being around a 35 year old land whale who shrieks at everything & can't hold a conversation in a normal voice or have anything interesting to even talk about.
She is boring as hell. But, I'm sticking around to see a weight loss from all this sacrifice. No fast food, weighing her food, trips to the gym & sticking to this diet will show some type of loss soon -right?
Yup, I'm sure we'll see the pounds start to melt off her any minute now.
 
To my knowledge, a Caesar and a bloody mary are about the same thing, a savoury alcoholic drink made with tomato juice and hot sauce, sometimes with celery or bacon or pickled bean garnish and a ring of salt (?) around the rim. The Caesar also has clam juice in it (Mott's Clamato juice).

Well that.... sounds pretty damn good to me tbh. Would try.
 
We sure heard a lot about her phobias & that (disgusting) drink -but not food. Why?
She made a big deal about buying food then having to walk back to her seat while people stared, so it would make sense that having people bring you the food would be like winning the lottery.
Never witnessed a grown woman go on & on about parking, the garage & an escalator so much. Rina seemed to shut her out, since being around her in person without wanting to backhand her must take a lot more willpower than I have. Good God, she never shuts up with her nonsense.
Laughed out loud when I saw she got 'dressed up', but wore the pants she had on during her one trip to the gym.
She's filmed herself at the movies a few times with Peetz, but I don't remember her whining about everything so much.
I think she ends up spending so much time alone in her car because she is impossible to be around for any length of time. Even with Rina, she is so awkward, loud & irritating. Her social skills truly stopped developing in her pre-teen years. Imagine being around a 35 year old land whale who shrieks at everything & can't hold a conversation in a normal voice or have anything interesting to even talk about.
She is boring as hell. But, I'm sticking around to see a weight loss from all this sacrifice. No fast food, weighing her food, trips to the gym & sticking to this diet will show some type of loss soon -right?
Yup, I'm sure we'll see the pounds start to melt off her any minute now.
If she so fucking embarrassed about being a hamplanet at the movie theater, then why not utilize that feeling whenever she feels like eating enough for four people at one sitting to stop herself? You are a 400 pound hambeast who loves to eat. I mean own it for God sake if you are going to do it.
 
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