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

less than 90 days ago.

I think the question should be, 'when was the last time Chantal actually completed a juice fast...'

And that's a strong never because she doesn't have the willpower to go even two days without eating.

I'd wager her story about it dawning on her that she was diabetic and that's why she stopped the fast is just an excuse for realizing that, once again, she's incapable of finishing anything she sets out to do. Even stupid shit like a juice fast.

It's wild how many times Chantal has promised something and then reversed course hours/days later. It's too bad we never created a running tracker of it because it'd likely be in the 100s by now.
 
You must be new sweaty
No I'm not new and I know all about Chantal's laziness.
I am not saying she will actually ever try to get real help, but it is just so obvious she needs it.
She is way too thin-skinned for the internet. Not being able to take any kind of criticism, and only wanting the asspats shows the entitlement.
Same reason she can't admit to herself that the real reason people can't stand her is her attitude and behavior, not her weight.
She might be 36, but she stopped maturing at 15.
 
From what I hear Canada has really good insurance for it's citizens. If psychiatry is covered, she really needs to get an appointment, actually go and have standing appointments for the foreseeable future.
Until she works out why she has so much hate and feelings of entitlement, she will never get her eating under control.
That anger and feeling of deprivation goes way back.
Yes and no. You can get psychiatric care here in Ottawa from OHIP, but
a) you won't see a psychologist, they're too expensive for free healthcare. You get a psychiatrist for medication and then you see a social worker for therapy.

b) the wait times are incredible. If you're not in imminent danger of suicide you wait months for an appointment.

All of that is also predicated on the idea that our poutine queen wants to get better, which she does not. Arby's is more her style
 
I'm confused. Is she weighing herself in the kitchen or living room? Is that bowl of water sitting on her new table and where did they end up putting the table? Why is there cardboard still piled up?
She's in her kitchen, you can see the window to the balcony. Pretty sure she put the camera on the kitchen island.
 
Chinny thinks having a content poll IS content. As far as she's concerned, that's "doing something" for her subscribers. The results of the poll have absolutely no bearing on what will happen; she might as well not even check what they are.

My heart wants more Art Critic Chinny, posting paintings in compressed instagram phone screen quality and then giving an expert commentary by paraphrasing wikipedia, but my brain tells me we won't see any more. For one thing, it's difficult to concoct commentary on basic bitch art. Maybe a dissertation on the dogs playing poker? I'd love to see Starry Starry Night with digital artefacts and a misspelt two-sentence caption speciously referring to Impressionism.

Her constant forays into pseudo-intellectual posturing are my favourite thing about her. It's maladapted basic bitch behaviour. Plenty of Karens buy mediocre mass-produced art, books, and music, but Chinny's "interest" in it is solely to try to impress other people and to be able to put on airs about how cultured she is. This is a woman who attempted a degree in English Lit and then complained about having to read books for it (she admitted she used cliffnotes for everything) and hasn't read anything beyond Wikipedia articles about bad paintings since then. She thinks she's a talented songstress when her pitch is so bad that the only in-tune parts of her magnum opus Dreeaam a liddle DREEAAMM UF MMEEeeEee are the instrumental breaks.

We can't forget the art form she's most acquainted with: the culinary. When FOODIE Beauty tries to "review" food, it's a neck-and-neck between how wretchedly poor her palate is and how despairingly impoverished her vocabulary is. We're lucky to get two adjectives when she's slorping down whatever 500mg of sodium she's having for an entrée, and our favourite connoisseuse always troubles to inform us that it tastes like the exact foodstuff that it is.

I'm really hoping that YT algorithms fuck her up. Not because I'm an a-log, but because I want to see her branch out into more content like this where she displays her staggering, Renaissance Woman erudition about every last art form. I want to see her commentate Bach's Matthäuspassion with the Wikipedia synopsis of the Johannespassion and not realise it. I want a dramatic reading of Genet's The Maids where every character and the stage directions are delivered in her spastic ogre voice. I want her to write an analysis of Vertigo where she praises the "cinematogravy" for "conveying a sense of... like... vertigo".
She'll next tell us oh my goodness did you know that Nabokov was actually a pedophile?😱
 
Why doesn't Chantal get a treadmill? The $200 she spent is those useless juices could have easily went towards that. She probably thinks it's not money well spent.

She also has the space right there in the kitchen next to the window.

Given the time she spends on the internet trying to figure her life out, I'm amazed she hasn't come to the realization that's the only way she'll slowly get fitter. Those secluded park walks will inevitably end in her falling and never being able to stand up by herself.

She'll next tell us oh my goodness did you know that Nabokov was actually a pedophile?😱

She doesn't give a fuck about art. Anyone passionate about art would make it a mission to put art in their home as soon as they move in, even before they buy a couch. She moved in 4 months ago and all she has is 2 dollar tree canvas hanging in the kitchen.

She is not passionate about art, house decor, cleaning, home organization, dyi. NADA.
 
Why doesn't Chantal get a treadmill? The $200 she spent is those useless juices could have easily went towards that. She probably thinks it's not money well spent.

She also has the space right there in the kitchen next to the window.

Given the time she spends on the internet trying to figure her life out, I'm amazed she hasn't come to the realization that's the only way she'll slowly get fitter. Those secluded park walks will inevitably end in her falling and never being able to stand up by herself.



She doesn't give a fuck about art. Anyone passionate about art would make it a mission to put art in their home as soon as they move in, even before they buy a couch. She moved in 4 months ago and all she has is 2 dollar tree canvas hanging in the kitchen.

She is not passionate about art, house decor, cleaning, home organization, dyi. NADA.

Most treadmills (and other gym equipment) have a weight limit. Even the ones professional gyms get support like 400-450 lbs, 500 at most. Most of the time, it’s less than 300 lbs. Cheap treadmills, especially the smaller, less sturdy ones designed for apartment use, can support as little as 200-250 lbs.

She may also not be allowed to. I don’t know which floor she’s on, but I can’t imagine living under a 400 lbs hambeast waddling on her shitty treadmill at random hours of the day. I would genuinely be worried about the structural integrity of the building. A heavy treadmill designed to support abuse by a 400-pounder, can weigh as much as 200 lbs, even more. Add a dainty 400-lb queen sauntering on it day after day, week after week, in the same spot. Yeah...
 
I doubt anyone lives below Chantal. She has two staircases and the bottom one looks to be on ground level. She looks like she has a manor goiter in some of the most recent screenshots, but no way that hamplanet is lacking iodine.

Edit to add: She is endangering herself by walking outside randomly. She won't lose weight from exercise. It is all diet at this point, and maybe after she loses 150 lbs or so she could start easing into a workout schedule. None of these things are going to happen.
 
The only safe type exercise at Chantal's weight is low-impact stuff like swimming. Anything else is not recommended before significant weight loss. A treadmill for example would only wreck her knees and then she would be truly done as she would become bedbound.
She'll be swimming soon, on the beaches of the Dominican republic, as black men watch her with desire... (and Peetz gets to stay home and jerk off to cartoons)
 
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