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

Not being an ass when I say this. But this is the kind of stuff people with autism do. Like, peetz might actually be forreal autistic. I’ve seen functional autism before and he fits all the markers.
This guys autism is great. Its like watching a child pretend to be an adult.
I know this isnt what it is, but the idea of Peetz refusing to eat anything other than like Spongebob Squarepants shaped macaronis has me in stitches. I absolutely 100% believe that is how he would be.
 
I wonder how will Chantal feed herself when her diabetes costs her her eyesight or leads to amputation? Imagine if she looses a hand? She brought this on herself I have no sympathy her.
Blind people don't need a lot of help with eating, if they want to know what kind of food is on what part of the plate they are told with clock positions. People tend to lose their terminal extremities first, so toes and then foot and then lower leg, etc, her hands are likely safe. The more concerning problem with uncontrolled diabetes is kidney damage, extremely high blood sugar forces glucose out through the kidneys into urine and fucks things up quickly, which leads to needing dialysis. Many people have severely damaged kidneys before encountering blindness or amputation. If you are non-compliant with a kidney disease diet you die pretty damn quick, and that is aside from the risks associated with having kidneys so terrible that you need dialysis to begin with. Heart disease is a big risk as well, but that is true of fat people generally.
 
One thing that baffles me about Chantal is a diabetes diagnosis being her “point of no return.” And by that I mean, it is the one obesity factor that seems to truly scare her (call me crazy, but whenever diabetes is mentioned, she seems particularly disturbed by it, on top of having her mom test her blood sugar at every visit).

Yes, diabetes can be devastating. But it is also treatable AND reversible with some rather simple life changes- diet, exercise, no smoking cigarettes etc.

The reason all of this baffles me is I would think that not being able to put on shoes, clip toenails, heal a wound, breathe, walk, or sit on normal chairs would all be traumatic “I need to make a change” realizations.

I just can’t get past the fact that she woke up one day, discovered she was no longer able to reach to put on shoes— and still hit the Arby’s drive through.

So yeah, I’m confused why the Diabetes is her Waterloo.
 
I think she might go on Metformin, maybe lose 20 pounds (Metformin can have that effect), and then think everything is fine and she can eat whatever she wants. Then she’ll have to start using insulin, like our dear friend Lipids who also has a thread in this forum. I wonder if Chantal will also join the “diabetes isn’t related to weight” HAES nonsense that Lipids loves to use as an excuse to eat fried chicken before bed every night.
 
Well, well, well. Diabetes. WHOMST could have seen this coming?


Metformin is no joke. It has hella side effects, including ones our porcine princess already struggles with like chronic diarrhea and stomach pain. She's in for some shit, both literally and figuratively, and I promise she is not mentally prepared for any of it. I foresee many more ER trips in her future. This is going to get real interesting. I bet Peetz told her straight up that he's not going to agree to be her caretaker so she better get her goddamn shit together (or whatever the translation of that would be in Peetz-talk)
 
One thing that baffles me about Chantal is a diabetes diagnosis being her “point of no return.” And by that I mean, it is the one obesity factor that seems to truly scare her (call me crazy, but whenever diabetes is mentioned, she seems particularly disturbed by it, on top of having her mom test her blood sugar at every visit).

Yes, diabetes can be devastating. But it is also treatable AND reversible with some rather simple life changes- diet, exercise, no smoking cigarettes etc.

The reason all of this baffles me is I would think that not being able to put on shoes, clip toenails, heal a wound, breathe, walk, or sit on normal chairs would all be traumatic “I need to make a change” realizations.

I just can’t get past the fact that she woke up one day, discovered she was no longer able to reach to put on shoes— and still hit the Arby’s drive through.

So yeah, I’m confused why the Diabetes is her Waterloo.
might be because people have been taunting her about it specifically for as long as she has been a fat piece of shit on youtube. The haydurs were exactly correct.
 
One thing that baffles me about Chantal is a diabetes diagnosis being her “point of no return.” And by that I mean, it is the one obesity factor that seems to truly scare her (call me crazy, but whenever diabetes is mentioned, she seems particularly disturbed by it, on top of having her mom test her blood sugar at every visit).

Yes, diabetes can be devastating. But it is also treatable AND reversible with some rather simple life changes- diet, exercise, no smoking cigarettes etc.

The reason all of this baffles me is I would think that not being able to put on shoes, clip toenails, heal a wound, breathe, walk, or sit on normal chairs would all be traumatic “I need to make a change” realizations.

I just can’t get past the fact that she woke up one day, discovered she was no longer able to reach to put on shoes— and still hit the Arby’s drive through.

So yeah, I’m confused why the Diabetes is her Waterloo.
It was a wake up in the same way it was eye opening she couldn’t walk two blocks, or being unable to put on her socks, being a “food addict” or being mocked by Freelee. It’s her revelation of the moment and she’ll back track on it as soon as she gets an Arby’s coupon. She’s had a million wake up calls, none of them stuck. Just gonna move the goalpost again.
 
One thing that baffles me about Chantal is a diabetes diagnosis being her “point of no return.” And by that I mean, it is the one obesity factor that seems to truly scare her (call me crazy, but whenever diabetes is mentioned, she seems particularly disturbed by it, on top of having her mom test her blood sugar at every visit).

Yes, diabetes can be devastating. But it is also treatable AND reversible with some rather simple life changes- diet, exercise, no smoking cigarettes etc.

The reason all of this baffles me is I would think that not being able to put on shoes, clip toenails, heal a wound, breathe, walk, or sit on normal chairs would all be traumatic “I need to make a change” realizations.

I just can’t get past the fact that she woke up one day, discovered she was no longer able to reach to put on shoes— and still hit the Arby’s drive through.

So yeah, I’m confused why the Diabetes is her Waterloo.

An old Archive of mine (probably somewhere here) https://archive.md/X1vft

This was back in February, around the 19th. First comment was "My dad gets those and he's diabetic"
 
To kick this comment off, I'd just like to say, LORD BEETUS BE PRAISED!

Although she probably does have it, she is angling for some of that sweet sympathy ALR is getting.
Yeah, I'm sure she thinks the haydurs and reaction channels will back off out of respect for her in this trying time.:optimistic:
In the end, I think Peetz is in a much better position than Chantal because he can always pick up his cat, take his twin bed & comics & move back with mommy.
Which he ought to do, because there's no point, socially or financially in his living anywhere else.

He doesn't have friends over; he doesn't have women spending the night; he doesn't go out to party on weekends and stumble in at 3:00 AM; he doesn't have hobbies that require extra space; all he needs is a standard-sized bedroom and access to a kitchen and bath, and he's good. Unless his mom was really awful or intrusive, or demanding even more money to cover expenses each month than living with Chantal costs, he was just fine at home. He's a solitary, spergy nerdboy; who was going to give him shit for living with his mom? That's expected for guys like him. And it probably cost him a lot less.

Commuting to an office & transportation isn't a consideration anymore since he now works from home, so he doesn't really need Chantal for other than a comic book run. I'm sure he could find a way to get his comics if it meant being away from her.
He could get an Uber, probably for about what it costs to feed Chantal on one of those comics store runs.

I have a feeling they are friends, as long as they don't have to see one another much. Living together & now him working from home has to be too much Chantal time. There's no escape.
Moving in with friends is always a bad idea; you think you know each other really well, but it almost always turns out that you don't, and the stuff you didn't know can be enough to destroy the friendship when you're forced to live with it every goddamned day. Cherish your friends, but move in with strangers. Especially when your friend is a massive, food-obsessed deathpig who can't even host herself out of her car without gasping for breath, much less run a vacuum cleaner.

She’ll just be like all the deathfats with Beetus. They eat what they want, inject themselves with insulin when binging, lose a foot, then two, then have a heart attack and die.

Nobody has lost weight when they aren’t ready to, disease or no. And we know she’s not ready and is resentful as hell this happened. As soon as she sort of learns how to adjust her blood sugar with medicine, that’s what she’ll do.
Exactly. She'll be just like Kelly Lenza, who eats all kinds of garbage, sees intentional weight loss as a form of violence and an assault on her very existence, and whose idea of a nightly bedtime snack is fried chicken. Kelly's been an acolyte of Lord Beetus for a while now, and relies entirely upon insulin to keep her BG levels as in line as they're ever going to get. Once Chantal's grown accustomed to sticking herself with needles, she'll forget all about using diet to manage her BG.
This... this will be what really gets Chantal to turn things around. This time for sure. For real.

Lol, not really. She won't stay on any diet. Never met a diabetic who actually follows their prescribed diet for more than a few weeks at most. Chantal sure as hell won't.
Deatfats definitely don't, but anybody who has allowed themselves to get to deathfat status in the first place has a serious mental health problem that they self-medicate with food, and obviously neither death nor debility is enough to steer them from that course.

The handful of smaller fats I've known who did get their shit together after a type 2 diabetes diagnosis, and managed to bring it under control (if not reverse it), have a few things in common: they were no more than class 1 obese upon diagnosis; they got fat as adults, after being normal-sized kids and teenagers; they weren't food-obsessed, but rather had busy lives that made passively drifting into bad eating habits easy; they were responsible people who generally had other key aspects of their lives in order; and the diabetes diagnosis was their first serious health issue. On top of that, they each had something important that gave their lives meaning (kids; a career; caring for a disabled family member), so there was a strong motivation to reclaim their neglected physical well-being. And, when they lived with other people, those people got on board and were were supportive of the needed dietary changes.

Chantal has absolutely none of that. Worse, garbage-tier food, and her ability to eat it at will, forms the center of her existence, and there is nothing else in her life that could potentially be important enough to convince her to change course. So she'll flail and cry and make a few abortive, half-hearted attempts at adopting a new diet, but she might as well not even bother--we all know that any small and fleeting level of control she does manage to achieve will be solely through using insulin.
 
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On that note, I was trying to find the clip of her saying food was worth dying for. I'm too dumb to. The possible video was removed and not archived.

I know one of you fucks have that clip on lock, now is it's time to shine.

🤔🤔 I don't remember her saying that. I know she said some food is worth being fat for.
 
This... this will be what really gets Chantal to turn things around. This time for sure. For real.

Lol, not really. She won't stay on any diet. Never met a diabetic who actually follows their prescribed diet for more than a few weeks at most. Chantal sure as hell won't.

I've known my share of diabetics. They stay on the diet at first, they get spooked. And get ready for a big grocery haul of all the special food she "has to" have now. You don't eat to the point of fucking up your pancreas without being a good consoomer. New diabetics get a small rush from buying different packages, even if it's sugar-free or whatever. If the nutritionist gives a small list of approved junk for if you just can't resist, multiples will be purchased because "they said it was ok."

But eventually, a balance is found. They go back to their old ways as much as possible. Through trial and error (yes, even medical emergency-level "error"), they will learn what they can get away with. What causes a reaction, how much they can have, how to time it. You'll see them eat garbage, but you can't ever "shame" them by asking if it's safe for them to have that. (Yet have a gathering without providing diabetic-friendly options, they will pull some "You know I can't eat any of this!" drama.)

This is how every diabetic I've known comes to handle it. If they stuck to the diet, they'd probably lose weight and reverse the condition. And this is Chantal, so. She probably won't even bother to try to handle it "her way." After a few hours of trying to stick to her new eating guidelines, she'll have the biggest binge ever.

I wonder if she'll backtrack like fat Amy and eventually say it was just "a little bit" of diabetes and she's over it, to try to shut up anyone calling out her poor eating.
The diabetics who drop weight and stick to the plan are not like Chantal. They weren't deathfats to begin with, rather people with crap genes and 30-40 extra lb to lose. Maybe people who watched their fat relatives die of it. I doubt that Chantal has ever witnessed the slow and sickening decline as diabetes takes a life. Well... she'll have a first row seat.
 
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