I guess there's no sense for me to point out how absurd this new installment was; it's obvious to everyone.
There she is, master glutton, decked out with not one but two breakfasts plus not two but four hash-browns, sugar water with "syrup" stamped on the label, and sugar water stamped "apple juice" on the label.
Nyom nyom CHOMP nyom nyom CHOMP, "So I've made a decsion..." *smack* slurp "pour some syrup on my sausages!!" CHOMP nyom nyom nyom "...to get..." chomp, slurp, nyom, nyom, CHOMP, smack, slurp "weight loss surgery" CHOMP nyom nyom nyom nyom CHOMP nyom nyom slurp smack... "I know some of you might be skeptical..." CHOMP munch munch nyom cough CHOMP nyom nyom *smack* slurp...
Welp, RIP Fat Acceptance, regardless of what she says about "not for aesthetic reasons".
Of course, Chantal being Chantal, fuggedaboud any meal plan of chicken measured in ounces. That shit will never fly. Either she will invent a whole new plant-based diet (as usual, in the dead of winter in Northern Canada where nothing will be fresh or ripe, just like last year), or she'll do OMAD mukbangs and lie to herself, like the fatsos on My 600 Pound Life do.
Incidentally, when she was lusting with hate-envy after that fit chick who does mukbangs, she told us that she never eats breakfast and is never hungry until evening, so OMAD was destined for success. IIRC, it did not even last the day...
She is right to be worried, but her "moments of clarity" eventually get filed away as anxiety attacks, and the prescription for self-medication is as much sodium, carbs, and fat as a cow's stomach could hold...
This lady really is doomed. Maybe if she actually follows through with some appointments, there will be some kind of chance for an intervention of sorts. But I just don't see Clotso ever playing along; she's on that highway to hell.
I expect that if comments aren't off yet, they will be before 4AM rolls around her time,,,