I think the ludicrous apology (unfettered by structural consideration or paragraph spacing) came so fast because, as we were discussing earlier, she's lost the better part of her wall-eyed sycophant demographic, and so when she ran this exceptional fruitarian flag up the flagpole, there were very few who saluted. Her "diet" episodes are 20% to silence her grimly chiding paranoia about her immediate risk of death, but 80% to get compliments and validation from dumbasses online. She's now lost the required ingredients for the 80% part, and so it all went tits-up very quickly in her little fantasy kingdom. She has to have this kind of attention; it's the only reason she does anything online. It's psychic sustenance to her; she has no friends and a poor-to-nonexistent love life.
There are comments saying this could have played out just the same a year ago, and while it's certainly true that she hasn't changed a bit since then, her audience absolutely has. Last year, this fruitarian fantasy would have lasted a bit longer, probably with a vid or two where she imperiously wolfs grapes like Hedonismbot from Futurama, and when the inevitable push came to the fated shove and she had to eat shit and admit to eating shit, probably while eating and talking about shit, we'd never have had so obsequious nor so prompt an apology.
She's going back to mukbangs because she can't think of any other way to get compliments other than to appeal to feeders. She probably doesn't want to have to play that game, but needs must as the Devil drives; she's not going to get sweet nourishing e-attention any other way at this late stage; and we know that male attention is her oxygen. She absolutely does not think of it in these fetishistic terms; she would die before she admitted to herself that she's a crass camwhore who's not, in fact, being admired for her vampish beauty, but that's what it's come to. If she doubles down on this sort of content, which she sort of is already, it's because she's too much of a psycho cunt to get any other sort of attention now, but like junkies sucking cock for a hit, she'll sink to any depth for online strangers to tell her she's pretty.
ETA: it's an auxiliary and ancillary symptom of what a narc loony she is that she gets so worked up and goes to pieces so hard over these ludicrous episodes. Because of displaced anxiety about the fact that she's not going to live to see 40, she imagines herself under huge pressure whenever she imposes these contrived and extreme "lifestyle changes" on herself, and then accordingly has a five-alarm meltdown when they don't last a single day. She's absolutely conscientiously dishonest about her "dieting", but she genuinely believes that she's attempting them, even though she actually isn't. Now, because she's a self-indulgent moron who projects all of her problems outwards, she imagines that her viewers are the ones with great expectations about her grandiose promises, when these feelings should properly belong to the person who made these outlandish promises: Chantal herself. That way, she can feel victimised and try to shame them (beloved hobbies) whenever she eats Arby's two hours into her new diet. She tries to put her words into our mouths.
We hear some variation of this every chimpout: you can't expect a food addict to change overnight blah blah blah no paragraph spacing etc. We don't. We don't expect anything, and we don't care. No part of her disparate viewership cares: it's either feeders beating off to her, haydurs pointing and laughing, or bewildered normie women who will piss off after a cycle or two and whose numbers are dwindling anyway. She is essentially a wall-eyed animal who doesn't realise her (entirely justified) crippling mortal anxiety is being misdirected and externalised onto us because she's too much of a narc toddler to hold herself accountable. Even in that last goddamn post, she told US to hold her accountable (and then gagged us and prevented it) when she's the only person who can meaningfully do that. This sort of behaviour is getting worse because she's scootypuffing at speed towards an open grave and in an inarticulable, animal sort of way, she knows it. She hugely overestimates viewer interest and investment in her little narratives because she's spent her entire life pushing her problems onto other people; she desperately wants the preservation of her own life to be someone else's problem, but it can't be. This is, morbidly but surely, why she's not going to live until 40, and she's so fucked in the eggplant that she could read this post twenty times and not a word of it would actually sink in, either.