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

X. Saying she wasn’t diagnosed is another weasel out of saying that she has it. She for sure has it, it just might not have been put on her paperwork yet. Also note that she doesn’t say her A1C is “normal” just “not diabetic” does she literally think everyone is as stupid as she is?
 
“Stevia stevia stevia” for someone who claims to not have a sweet tooth, she certainly sweetens everything. Has it occurred to her that she could just eat fruit for desert, and put unsweetened vanilla almond milk in her coffee?

OH WAIT. Silly me. This bitch will die before willingly putting something healthy into her mouth.

Oh, she's added strawberries to her yogurt before - then tops them with maple syrup! But no worries, it's natural sugars from trees and therefore okay. Unlike regular sugar ...from sugar cane grass.
 
I can see how Chantal is in a state of perma-boredom. All she can do is eat because she's eaten herself into a state where all she can do is eat and she will remain in this state until she dies soon.

But one still has to ask: what the fuck is this woman doing in those ten seconds it takes to measure out ketchup that is so much more interesting? She spends at least an hour a day on the toilet, given the constant diarrhea caused from having a diet of pure fat without a gall bladder to pitch in and all the diabetic pissing. Is that time on the shitter spent writing novels or painting portraits of Sam atop the fridge? What is so much more exciting, so vastly more exciting in her life, that the five minutes daily it takes to plan meals and record them is such a boring let down that she simply cannot do it, what with all the submarine piloting, shopping trips to Paris, romantic assignations, skydiving and mountain climbing Chantal must be doing off camera.

We all have to engage in basic maintenance in life. Those of us with rich, interesting lives still brush our teeth, comb our hair, shower, pay the bills, get the oil changed, brush the cat, vacuum the carpet and clean the toilet and we don't even see them as boring activities because as adults we understand that even the most interesting life includes moments of quiet toil. Measuring food and planning meals are skills but they are very easy skills to obtain, so easy you can do things like watch television, listen to music, talk to your roommate, harass your cats, disgust the Internet and daydream about the dark-skinned lothario lusting after you in the checkout lane at the supermarket while doing them. It takes less time for Chantal to measure condiments than it takes to wipe her ass, assuming she can wipe it, assuming she does it at all because wiping your ass isn't that exciting unless you've introduced something really unexpected into the routine.

Wanna know what is even more boring than measuring food? Sitting in bed all day because you're too fat to walk and too sick to stand. That shit's really fucking tiresome and losing the occasional foot won't liven things up as much as you might think.
 
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