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

Speaking of treadmills, she probably still has that $90 gym membership, but you know we aren’t trying atm.

It was only what, two weeks ago where she was going to go outside for her walks 3-4 days a week and then the gym on every other day. She hasn't been to the gym since that initial visit where she vlogged, bank on it. She went one fucking time. Wonder what goes through her brain when she says shit like that knowing full well she'll never follow through.
 
I'd say it's probably 50/50 whether she likes the result or not. Of course she wouldn't say anything at the salon - she'll just go home and bitch at her phone and make fun of the stylist. Either way, I'm most looking forward to seeing her hair after she washes it. Even if the stylist is able to work some magic, she'll still be faced with the same balding, thinning, stringy mess of hair she always has once she washes it. Only now it'll be even more damaged and in worse condition than it was before.

I wonder if she stopped for fast food on the way or waited until the drive home, or both.

Edit: According to IG, this is the salon she's going to. Check out the prices. A woman's cut alone is $67 to $100 CAD. https://www.texturehairsalon.ca/services/
 

I was so close to posting this as well! It looks like she is squished in the chair. I don't quite understand how you can look so much like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. The layer of fat that builds on the back of the neck/shoulders of obese people is disgusting.



I think she realizes that she is so boring and gross. If she were to lose weight she wouldn't have any following because no one wants to listen to people talk about their "ranch runs" and made up sex stories. She has to keep people around by continuing with her crazy antics.

Sidenote - I rewatched the video where she attacked ALR. I forgot that she openly admitted to embellishing her storytimes or making stuff up if she can't remember. She is a pathological liar and has admitted to it.
 
I'm in awe in how much money she wastes and spends. $45 water bottle, a hard cover book that she likely didn't read, the countless trips through drive thrus, the big fruit haul from Farm Boy, and that recent visit to The Green Door. Cost of gas in the Ottawa-Gatineau region has risen significantly since the beginning of the month. But from the amount of car blogs she has posted, this has not had an impact. I don't have a clue how she finances this. YouTube/Bibi/Grams can only go so far.
I honestly don't have a clue, either. I just don't.

It's tough not to powerlevel here, because while contemplating how much she spends to feed her ever-expanding corpus, and indulge her latest crazes and cravings, and keep a roof over her head, the lights on, and the Hyundai fueled, I can't help but think about how utterly fucking trashed my finances would be, and I make significantly more than she does. I'm not even sure how she makes it from YouTube payout to YouTube payout. Yet I never see her fret about money troubles.

Her gran must be giving her at least a couple of grand a month; how does she afford it? Chantal's family appears to be comfortably middle-class (even if they have white trash manners), but unless her grandfather was really, really good with money and investing, I can't imagine her grandmother's wealthy enough to subsidize an addiction as all-consuming as Chantal's. Is her grandmother putting her own future financial stability at risk by enabling Chantal? Not that Chantal would give a shit, but Gran really should.

That said, Chantal could be centering a lot of her fast food binges around what is cheapest--such as taking advantage of 2-for-1 specials, using coupons, ordering off the dollar/value menu for binges that don't get filmed, etc. There are plenty of things she could cook at home for cheap, in huge quantities, that would hit her binge sweet spot--that "Italian poutine" is one of them, as are various pasta dishes--but she rarely makes even a pretense of cooking, and it's obvious she doesn't have the patience or physical stamina to do it. Throwing a family-sized vat of Stouffer's lasagna or mac'n'cheese in the oven is about as close to cooking as I expect her to get, most of the time. And maybe that's what she's doing, when she's not procuring food to eat on-camera, but even that can get expensive when you're eating in the quantities Chantal does.

But when it comes down to it, here's the thing: Chantal's terrified of dying, but at the same time, she also seems to have a death wish. This is not a person who loves life, and can imagine anything worth striving or bettering herself for, or any relationships worth sticking around for.

Even for an addict, she's incredibly single-minded in her obsession with food; I've known plenty of alcoholics and junkies who still had other interests beyond drinking or using, and still had people they loved and cared for. Chantal's like the worst late-stage crackheads and tweakers, whose world has shrunk down to getting the next rock to smoke or inject--but even those people once had something they cared about, or someone they loved, before they fell into the abyss.

Chantal, as far as we can tell, has never had anything at the center of her life but food (and, before she got too fat and unable to clean herself, casual sex with strangers). She experiences mania, but no actual happiness. She overstuffs herself into a drowsy torpor that feel, in the moment, like contentment. The rest of the time, she's just craving, craving, craving. She's an empty hole, doomed to keep trying to fill itself, and never succeeding.

That's not a life. Not even close. If she does have huge cysts, not getting them dealt with could potentially kill her. If she keeps gaining weight as she has, there are lots of other incredibly unpleasant ways she could die. And she's going to die, sooner rather than later; every decision she makes about what she eats and how she looks after her health (or doesn't) is shoving her in that direction.

So of course she spends every last penny that comes her way in order to stuff her face, get a thrill at acquiring a shiny object, or otherwise feel (for however brief a time) that yes, she can pull herself back from the brink, and not die after all. There really is no future, as far as she is concerned--or at least not one she isn't so terrified to contemplate, she absolutely refuses to do so. She has no reason to save or invest money because she's going to be dead soon, so she might as well spend it to anaesthetize herself.

It's all pretty fucking bleak, but hey, that's Chantal.

As for last night's epic meltdown, I'm astounded by her total lack of self awareness. However, I only became aware of her channel earlier this month. She wants to go vegan but wants to continue to cash in on her meat and cheese mukbangs? Sure, Jan.
Yeah, that's like a camgirl finding Jesus, taking a vow of celibacy, and yet leaving up all her old porn vids. It just doesn't wash. (But neither does Chantal, LOL.)
 
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Should have worn that only coat that fits her at the salon to hide that triple chin
 

We all knew she would turn comments back on. Chantal needs other delusional fatties to tell her how beautiful she looks. (gag) And she needs something to do. She refreshes her comment page constantly so she can rule over it with an iron (fat) fist.

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Should have worn that only coat that fits her at the salon to hide that triple chin

MAC or not, it's still only pink lipstick on a pig.
 
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