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

As is typical for deathfats, she ended inputting her calorie count in My Fitness Pal before the night was over. She added her “blueberry sorbet” before she even had it, then called it good. She could have eaten the rest of the bag of chocolate chips poured in, oh, let’s say some some high fat Greek yogurt, plus had a bag of doritos and another Kit Kat and nobody would be the wiser.

She probably cheats even to herself, and if you’ve ever seen MSHPL, you know they all do it.
 
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This is the egg of someone who calls themselves a 'foodie'. Just look at it. It's the sort of thing I'd expect from a special needs child's first ever attempt at breakfast. It looks like she ran over it in her car. If I was round somewhere and was served this, my first thought would be that they wanted me to leave and I would instantly oblige.

Fried eggs are like the easiest thing in the world, yet she does literally everything wrong. She uses an edged surface to crack the eggs (as opposed to a flat one). She breaks the yolk on one and then she somehow turns them both into the food equivalent of the Akira baby monster. No wonder she drowns everything in sauce and seasoning, I also would want to do everything I could to distract from how fucking awful that thing must taste.
 
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This is the egg of someone who calls themselves a 'foodie'. Just look at it. It's the sort of thing I'd expect from a special needs child's first ever attempt at breakfast. It looks like she ran over it in her car. If I was round somewhere and was served this, my first thought would be that they wanted me to leave and I would instantly oblige.

Fried eggs are like the easiest thing in the world, yet she does literally everything wrong. She uses an edged surface to crack the eggs (as opposed to a flat one). She breaks the yolk on one and then she somehow turns them both into the food equivalent of the Akira baby monster. No wonder she drowns everything in sauce and seasoning, I also would want to do everything I could to distract from how fucking awful that thing must taste.



You know that episode of south park with the fucked up emu that's half emu, half human? that ^^^ looks like it was made with eggs laid by that fucked up emu
 
She and her deathfat kind never lose weight because they think the only two ways to eat are uncontrolled gorging or eating 500 calories of dessicated carrot a day. They never, never understand that they could lose weight and still eat good food and a lot of it. She could eat 3000 calories a day, more than a big man eats, and she'd still lose weight. But every diet is impossibly restrictive. I can't work out if it's just because she wants the weight to fall off her immediately (she has no concept of time: to paraphrase Tolstoy, she serves only the needs of her present) or if it's a more insidious problem where she does it because she actually wants to fail, and then blame the diet for being too hard and go back to swallowing entire hams without chewing.
It's both, IMO. There is obviously an extreme level of self-sabotaging going on with her, but it's also the black and white thinking indicative of a personality disorder. She thinks in extremes quite a lot, and it's something she could pretty easily start identifying and working on, assuming she ever went to more than the consultation visit with a therapist.

And we all know she's not actually properly sticking to keto, even when she claims she is and not telling us about her falling off the wagon into a trough of mashed spuds, right?
It is absolutely ridiculous that she made an entire pot of mashed potatoes, regardless of whether or not it was flavored with organic bouillon instead of butter. It's just another self-sabotaging move, setting herself up for a binge. Whether she mashed the potatoes (yeah right) or used instant, she could have just as easily made one portion so she wouldn't be tempted to binge later.

What's that on the floor? It looks like a new mukbang tray for her bed.
 
Microwaved eggs is something you’d expect from someone in the middle of a crippling episode of clinical depression, who sits in their dingy recliner, wearing a dirty old cardigan, with a bottle of cheap liquor between their legs, staring blankly at their TV. The little mental strength they manage to muster goes toward shuffling to the kitchen and throwing a bowl of eggs into the microwave.

I can’t fathom any other circumstances in which you’d cook eggs in the microwave. Maybe when you’re in a shitty hotel and that’s the only kitchen tool you have. Other than that, it screams, “I’ve given up.”
 
I don't know if it is the same in Canada, but in the US the terms "lean" and "extra lean" are only allowed to be put on meat products that meet the USDA's definition (i.e. lean beef has less than 10 grams of fat per 100 grams while to be labeled extra lean it has to have less than 5 grams of fat per 100 grams).

Did somebody say lean? I was inspired and made you guys this image of our dear ogress and Peetz after years of her eating all his damn snacks.
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There was a chair laying on its side at the foot of the stairs 2 videos ago.
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Looks like neither Peetz nor Chantal could be bothered to pick it up and it’s still laying there.
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The chair is still missing a leg, and the nearby pile of dark stuff appears to be the seats and other parts for the remaining chairs, still wrapped in plastic. I don't know what caused James to say, "Fuck this shit," abandon one nearly-completed chair, and not go back to finish it and the remaining chair(s) after a cooling-off period, but it's been more than a week, and maybe even two, since the table and chairs arrived. For fuck's sake, finish the job, man.

And the cat carrier, which is probably for Timbit--you've got closets, people; put that thing away.

Someone else has pointed out what looks like an extra-wide bed tray. Why is it even there? Shouldn't it be up in Chantal's room? At least she's preparing for being bedbound.
 

This came up on my recommended last night. She's so talking about Peetz, right? So...was Peetz her man, or was he the autistic roommate who walked around with his balls hanging out of his underwear? And, yes, I know...Chantal lies.

This sure to be true story about an actual person cannot be about Peetz. This totally real man was overcome with a wild animal lust whenever he was around Chantal like 99% of men who meet her but Peetz had to be goaded into a romantic relationship.

Unbelievable how all deathfats have an obsession with eating every single calorie they are entitled to.

I don't find that hard to believe at all.
Looking at the height of that tray - not going to fit over her gut; not by a long shot.

Chantal will balance the tray on her shoulders. It works really well with her car tray.
 
Off-topic, but didChinny get ig to take down the @Foodie_Beauty_Chantal parody account??? RIP

For the record it was my account. In a drunken attempt to delete my personal account, which was linked to the parody one, I accidentally nuked Chinnys parody one as well 😢

Just wanted to clarify that Chantal didn't strike/report me. It's was just me being a drunk re.tard. Whoops.
 
Her obsession with doing everything right and that obnoxious influencer style footage of preparing food and other crap once she's in this phase is peak Chantal lunacy.

Listening to her talk about carcinogens and getting all required vitamins not even 24 hours in her new diet is hilarious because we all know that in less than a week she'll be vacuuming up heavily processed garbage for months straight and not batting an eye at its ingredients or vitamins.
 
I have this feeling that all the closets and cabinets are either empty or just partially filled while this crap is still laying around for them to trip over or the cats to "mark" as their own. I may have missed something, but it looks like most of the boxes are gone now.

Edit: I knew that was one of our farmers behind the parody account. :semperfidelis:
 
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Her obsession with doing everything right and that obnoxious influencer style footage of preparing food and other crap once she's in this phase is peak Chantal lunacy.

This right here. The cute intro and exits with cliche cursive font. The music she clearly ripped from actual "influencers". The shot of the kpod going into the keurig. All of this is just Chinny ripping off channels she so desperately wants to be like. The soft airy vlogs with pretty effortless main "stars".

She isn't fooling anyone here, we've seen her piss on the side of the road and rip a loud fart while eating. Those would pretty thin influencers would never.
 
She loves to put in the copyright free music to the jaunty clip of making morning coffee. All the popular girls have "getting the coffee ready" clips. But it never really works with the rest of her videos tone, does it?

If she would just stop trying to have all the answers at the beginning. We always get the Dietitian Chantal who is going to edumacate us all on nutrition. If she would just be a bit humble and say "Fuck. I have no idea what I'm doing, but I'm going to follow the REAL doctor/dietitians instructions and see what happens. But Miss know it all can't do that. She knows better. Like ALR, everyone is different. Start somewhere. You don't make the rules, just follow them and see what happens.

The only reason she put in the Obese to Beast clip was "See? He says its normal to keep failing. So you all just shut up. I can still chow down and I get to restart over and over. Beast says so"
 
The only reason she put in the Obese to Beast clip was "See? He says its normal to keep failing. So you all just shut up. I can still chow down and I get to restart over and over. Beast says so"

This insistence of hers that 99.9% of any effort directed at anything is almost preordained to failure annoys me to no end. She also lumps all "failure" together in one basket. So, building a rocket to carry satellites into orbit only to have the rocket explode as it reaches the stratosphere is not very different from holding a fast food funeral and following it up with ten mukbangs. Both are failures. She is no worse than rocket scientists. We don't troll the rocket scientists, so why is it OK to troll her?

Obviously, this is a fallacy. Hard work is the greatest predictor of success, not the number of half-assed non-attempts. Those rocket makers will get those satellites into orbit next time. Clotso will continue to mukbang. Some people succeed at their first try at something, not from luck but from good preparation and planning. Others never succeed ever, because they are too stupid to take an objective view of what's causing them to fuck up and then actually put work into correcting it.

Her idiotic instagram memes proclaiming that all success is predicated on repeated, inevitable failures are what she clings to every time she gives in to her reptilian impulses, and she will never give up this credo because then she would need to actually work on something and not play the victim for acting like an impulsive toddler.

This is the ace in the hole she thinks she can never lose an argument with. And she may be right, until the day it kills her.
 
Her mom is going to have to start ordering Chantal's clothes online unless she loses weight. Pennington's was just redissolved into Reitman's and only going to carry up to a size 3x instead of 6x.

I don't see Chantal being "small" enough to fit into a 3x, especially with those lowhanging gunts. :c
 
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