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

She saw the same thing she sees in every attempt of hers to make a drastic life change all at once. “Well I’ll be slim in no time because I’ll be forced to use the stairs! This will be easier than going to the gym because I’ll have to do it all day anyway!”

Unrealistic dieters always get these crazy ideas of, “If I give my car to my sister to use every day, then I’ll be forced to walk to work and I’ll lose weight!”

Except you won’t. You’ll lose money calling an uber everyday because fuck walking to work. Making drastic changes and then rationalizing that they will work because you’ll be “forced” to adhere to them is idiotic. The “forcing” just causes resentment and a constant need to find reasons not to do it.

“If I keep nothing but yogurt and celery in the fridge, I’ll be forced to eat that for snacks instead of junk!” No, you’ll just order a pizza or go back to the store for junk and you know it.

Chantal and all her ilk don’t want the slow and steady results of small, sustainable life changes, which is the only thing that works. They want a quick-fix that’s easy to implement (I’ll just get stairs! I’ll just buy lots of celery!). The problem is revealed by the. underestimating how big a change it will really be, while overestimating their own willpower to commit to it and not immediately find a lazy workaround.
I guess my confusion lies in the fact that I don’t remember her saying or admitting that, not once. Maybe I missed it.
 
I guess my confusion lies in the fact that I don’t remember her saying or admitting that, not once. Maybe I missed it.
Possibly not, but it’s very in character for her. She has these constant “I’ll make this big change and then do it everyday whether I like it or not and I’ll be thin in no time!” declarations, characterized by the Thing being drastic and unsustainable for her, and her putting herself in a position where she will be forced to do it. Except she never does. That fridge with “only healthy snacks” in it is speedily filled with rubbish the first time she has to confront snacks she doesn’t want.
 
Damn, those carpets are the worst flooring you can get, esp if you have animals. To keep is clean you should use vacuum cleaner once a day, or at least once in two days to get rid of the fur. Plus in a new place cats can pee on a floor bc they are not used to new apartment.
Can you imagine Chantal cleaning it? It can’t too.
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I cannot imagine Chantal lugging a vacuum cleaner up and down two flights of stairs on the regular. That is assuming she even buys a vacuum, given how much she hates cleaning. And Peetz has probably never vacuumed once in his life. Goodbye clean carpets, we hardly knew ye.
 
She saw the same thing she sees in every attempt of hers to make a drastic life change all at once. “Well I’ll be slim in no time because I’ll be forced to use the stairs! This will be easier than going to the gym because I’ll have to do it all day anyway!”

Unrealistic dieters always get these crazy ideas of, “If I give my car to my sister to use every day, then I’ll be forced to walk to work and I’ll lose weight!”

Except you won’t. You’ll lose money calling an uber everyday because fuck walking to work. Making drastic changes and then rationalizing that they will work because you’ll be “forced” to adhere to them is idiotic. The “forcing” just causes resentment and a constant need to find reasons not to do it.

“If I keep nothing but yogurt and celery in the fridge, I’ll be forced to eat that for snacks instead of junk!” No, you’ll just order a pizza or go back to the store for junk and you know it.

Chantal and all her ilk don’t want the slow and steady results of small, sustainable life changes, which is the only thing that works. They want a quick-fix that’s easy to implement (I’ll just get stairs! I’ll just buy lots of celery!). The problem is revealed by the underestimating how big a change it will really be, while overestimating their own willpower to commit to it and not immediately find a lazy workaround.

What kills me is that the small changes are the easiest in the long run. Swap out your bag of chocolate cookies for a bunch of low-fat chocolate yogurts. Take a walk for ten minutes every day around your block.
Yes, they take commitment and a little willpower, but they’re not “move into a house you can’t physically traverse without feeling exhausted” stupid.
You forgot, "Buy a bunch of new clothes two sizes too small so Ill be forced to lose weight."
 
Depending on how well she did packing up her stuff, she may end up finding she's brought some of her cockroach roommates along with her.
Fuck you chantal for not filming yourself going up the stairs. I was really looking forward to that. :mad:

This looks like the worst possible place for her (and hilarious for us). Not only the stairs but there's carpet everywhere. She's gross, hates cleaning and has 2 cats. The fart stench that carpet will absorb over the next few months will make the pizza delivery guy pass out.
Yeah, about that. One of those townhouses I mentioned had been vacated by a deathfat with two kids, two cats, a greasy black boyfriend and all their little cockroach friends, leaving rotting trash everywhere, the carpets soaked with cat and roach urine and the choking scent of sickly sweet yeasty deathfatty permeating the very walls. The interior drywall, carpets and trim of the place had to be literally demo'ed and rebuilt and even then after, you could still catch whiffs, probably where it had permeated the flooring. That is what I imagine will be the fate of any company so foolhardy as to take her on for a tenant. I also feel Aymeee's place smells the same only skunkier.
 
I guess my confusion lies in the fact that I don’t remember her saying or admitting that, not once. Maybe I missed it.
@AbraCadaver is spot on about the dumb logic super morbidly obese people like Chantal use.

When she sold her car, she said that she was going to start forcing herself to use public transit. Of course that never happened. Her family just funded a new bingemobile to manically drive around town. Even if she did not say so on camera, you know that she concocted the exact same dumb logic in that fat empty head of hers about all those stairs.
 
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Seeing as how the fireplace is in the living room, we can surmise from this view that she is "relaxing" her fat ass on that ugly sofa instead of tackling the typical unpacking that one would be doing the day after moving. She could just be taking a break, but my guess is that her whole day will be mostly breaks with very little work in between. And of course takeout for dinner because her kitchen isn't unpacked yet.

Do you think she has all her shit moved out of Bibi's place yet?
 
That entire apartment and probably the entire complex, looks like one HUGE code violation to me. That laundry area looks like a lawsuit just waiting to happen. The cheap materials are screaming and the workmanship, like that dresser with the bad drawer? Well, you get what you pay for. But I'm guessing they're getting seriously gouged on the rent there.

Let's just hope the 2d floor is structurally capable of holding Sperg's massive weight.
 
Do you think she has all her shit moved out of Bibi's place yet?
Nope. I'd be shocked if the cats aren't still with him, too.

You know she crapped out after walking the house for her "house tour" video and told him she'd come for the rest later. And now she's probably sore and tired from walking the stairs and won't move off the recliner today.
 
Nope. I'd be shocked if the cats aren't still with him, too.

You know she crapped out after walking the house for her "house tour" video and told him she'd come for the rest later. And now she's probably sore and tired from walking the stairs and won't move off the recliner today.

Yeah, if the cats were there we would have been treated to pics of BBJ and Sham loving their new home, or cowering behind a toilet, whatever...
 
Let's just hope the 2d floor is structurally capable of holding Sperg's massive weight.
The floor might be, but that private patio off her bedroom doesn't look so sturdy.

I know landlords these days aren't always the most caring of people.... but who in their right mind would rent an apartment with two sets of stairs and a flimsy balcony to a quarter ton beast?

And who would rent out a carpeted apartment to someone with CATS? FFS... that's ripe for ruin.
 
Those stairs are going to kill her. Forget the heart attack, she's going to fall, my guess is multiple times before the big one puts her in the hospital (or morgue). She can barely lift her feet high enough, she tires easily, she's extremely front-heavy and those cats are going to be jamming up her legs when she least expects it. Combine that with the fact those stairs are slippery as fuck, should she be tempted to try to lug food or debris up or down those stairs on her socks? GG shantal.
 
Video: Indian Curry, Naan, and Palak Paneer Muckbang
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First bite and it is already dripping down her mouth. She is doing this on purpose.
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Can't pronounce "naan"

Or sag paneer

Or what sauce the beans are in besides "curry sauce". It's all curry sauce to her.

Doesn't know "what this white stuff is" (raita, a yogurt sauce)

Despite not knowing what any of this is, she was craving it.

Manages to correctly identify the flavor of raita as "savory yogurt".

As expected, she is stuffing her face while complaining that Bibi needs to carry all the rest of her things to her car, and "at least one of the cats". She still hasn't gone back there.

Declares the beans "like an Indian chili, kinda". Shoot me.

Food is so hot she's wincing. Shovels more of the food into her mouth anyway

Claims she DID go back to the old apartment yesterday. Yet that one carload and the cats are still there?

Oh, Bibi "was supposed to help me!" But she didn't show up until 10:30 pm and he was at work. The nerve!

Adores a giant piece of cheese. Farewell, closet bathroom

So she got there and was just sooo tired. So she went to sleep and slept there all night. Tee hee!

Didn't bother moving her stuff over apparently.

But she's gonna film another muckbang for dinner with Peetz. Because no one can stop her binging every meal now.

Announces she brought no cookware to the new house. Shows off a can off beefaroni. Needs to bring her pots so she can "cook" beefaroni.

Eats raita by the spoonful. Indian ranch!

Cats still at the old place. Rolls her eyes. "So I DID end up sleeping at the old place last night..." That must've been a pleasant surprise for Bibi when he got home from work. Take her keys, dude.

She passed out. She was so exhausted! Dumps a second container of beans onto Basamati Mountain.

So she'll just try again tonight! Because how can she go after lunch? She has a dinner to order immediately afterward. Surely Bibi won't be at work this time she shows up at midnight and will move all her things for her if she shows up and passes out on the couch again.

"It's gonna take some getting used to. There's probably gonna be a lot of back and forth at first..." Omg she has zero plans to ever sleep at this new apartment. Bibi. Dude. Change the locks.

Those lazy movers, employees by the store, who delivered the new furniture from the store, why they didn't move any of Chantal's boxes or her clothes or anything. Shakes her head. So they have to move all their own stuff by themselves. So Chantal will just shit her pants and do nothing.

SO many trips up and down the stairs, on "almost no sleep" (i.e. she had to do things in the day, when she normally sleeps because she has nothing to do)

SO exhausting. But the worst is done! (Except she has moved none of her personal possessions: no clothing, no cookware, no cats, no toiletries...)
 
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