- Joined
- Aug 29, 2018
Good gravy.
How this pumpkin-assed land-whale can sit there and lecture us yet again after the absolute horse's assery of the last few months truly boggles the mind.
She is talking in present tense again "If I think I could binge on it, I don't eat it" as if this has been her policy for some time now.
This self-professed "intelligent" woman has finally realized that only thinking about food has cost her her whole life.
She will suffer and go through pain, she tells us.
She cops to having no discipline or sense of responsibility, and then utters totally incomprehensible psychological mumbo-jumbo that makes no fucking grammatical sense, let alone make sense as psychology.
I have to giggle when she complains of IBS. Come on, fatso, anyone who routinely eats for four will irritate her bowels, for fuck's sake.
JUST STOP EATING FOR FOUR, YA EXCEPTIONAL, SHIT-LEAKING BAG OF BLUBBER. Case fucking closed. Pleasure responses, heroin, blah blah bullshit. You are fat because you eat too much food, not because of what you eat. It kills me that she thinks she is intelligent.
Fruitarian, eh? Breatharian is the final frontier awaiting her.
Her lecture would be more convincing if she had managed to have the "discipline" to withhold her loud, open mouthed burp in the middle of it.
She says she wants to "glow" like fruitarians "glow". She wants beautiful skin. She says we noticed how great her skin looked during her fake 5-day water fast (memo to Clotso: no we didn't, we noticed how awful you looked and then you rage quit)
She expects ACCOUNTABILITY though, and will check in very day to stay honest. She will be oat and aboat too.
She goes into way too much autistic detail about her shitting and pissing habits. She outlines meals of fruit juice for breakfast, fruit for lunch, and fruit smoothies for dinner. She has some multivitamins on the way, fancy ones with B-12.
She says we are allowed to comment that she's fulla shit, as long as we are respectful.
She complains of bloating and painful shitting. A piece of sugar candy made her erupt in shitting.
She defends her fruit juice diet. Our brains need sugar. She doesn't believe anything about Fructose to be true. Fruit sugar doesn't cause diabetes and it is not harmful. It is her "opinion" based on her "research" She acknowledges that there could be "counter research" done, but that's only opinion. She will believe what she wants.
She is constantly thirsty, but brushes off the possibility that it could be the beetus.
Hydration is important, she tells us, and the beauty of this diet is it is nurtrient-complete and contributes to longevity. She says she has a different attitude this time than any before. We get a lot of justifications.
Holy smoke, finally, old Chantal is back. Replay of 2019. Those sour, unripe winter Mangoes will have her back on the gravy in no time.
How this pumpkin-assed land-whale can sit there and lecture us yet again after the absolute horse's assery of the last few months truly boggles the mind.
She is talking in present tense again "If I think I could binge on it, I don't eat it" as if this has been her policy for some time now.
This self-professed "intelligent" woman has finally realized that only thinking about food has cost her her whole life.
She will suffer and go through pain, she tells us.
She cops to having no discipline or sense of responsibility, and then utters totally incomprehensible psychological mumbo-jumbo that makes no fucking grammatical sense, let alone make sense as psychology.
I have to giggle when she complains of IBS. Come on, fatso, anyone who routinely eats for four will irritate her bowels, for fuck's sake.
JUST STOP EATING FOR FOUR, YA EXCEPTIONAL, SHIT-LEAKING BAG OF BLUBBER. Case fucking closed. Pleasure responses, heroin, blah blah bullshit. You are fat because you eat too much food, not because of what you eat. It kills me that she thinks she is intelligent.
Fruitarian, eh? Breatharian is the final frontier awaiting her.
Her lecture would be more convincing if she had managed to have the "discipline" to withhold her loud, open mouthed burp in the middle of it.
She says she wants to "glow" like fruitarians "glow". She wants beautiful skin. She says we noticed how great her skin looked during her fake 5-day water fast (memo to Clotso: no we didn't, we noticed how awful you looked and then you rage quit)
She expects ACCOUNTABILITY though, and will check in very day to stay honest. She will be oat and aboat too.
She goes into way too much autistic detail about her shitting and pissing habits. She outlines meals of fruit juice for breakfast, fruit for lunch, and fruit smoothies for dinner. She has some multivitamins on the way, fancy ones with B-12.
She says we are allowed to comment that she's fulla shit, as long as we are respectful.
She complains of bloating and painful shitting. A piece of sugar candy made her erupt in shitting.
She defends her fruit juice diet. Our brains need sugar. She doesn't believe anything about Fructose to be true. Fruit sugar doesn't cause diabetes and it is not harmful. It is her "opinion" based on her "research" She acknowledges that there could be "counter research" done, but that's only opinion. She will believe what she wants.
She is constantly thirsty, but brushes off the possibility that it could be the beetus.
Hydration is important, she tells us, and the beauty of this diet is it is nurtrient-complete and contributes to longevity. She says she has a different attitude this time than any before. We get a lot of justifications.
Holy smoke, finally, old Chantal is back. Replay of 2019. Those sour, unripe winter Mangoes will have her back on the gravy in no time.
