Has it hit anyone else that since moving into that apartment Chantal has become a kitchen gargoyle? She set herself up as the refrigerator sentry and virtually nothing can dislodge her. Every time Peetz needs so much as a drink of water, he is confronted with this gibbering, stinking mess who comments on everything he eats, buys to eat, decides to eat later and decides not to eat. She is like a goblin guarding her gold, the ultimate pantry police. She’s crawled into her dysfunction so thoroughly that she must remain within arm’s length of food wherever she is. Her life is going to play out with that refrigerator in the background until she moves out or dies.
What a fucking nightmare. When Bibi finally dumped her those few remaining tendrils of self-control frayed until they broke. Bibi left her but by god she’s gonna make sure food stays by her side until the end. She will never let the true object of her affection out of her sight again.
That walker...
People who have recovered from things like, say, - totally pulling an example out of thin air - a massive car accident that required trauma surgery on their legs, know how easily a crutch can become a metaphorical crutch. The longer you coddle yourself and avoid pain and exertion, the longer and harder recovery is. As soon as possible, that wheelchair needs to phase into a walker which needs to phase into a cane which needs to phase into paying close attention to unnatural gait until you are walking and moving normally again. I don’t even know if Chantal watched a video or read anything about the proper way to use a walker - she’s likely going to fuck up her back and shoulders due to using it like superfats use grocery carts to support their mass as they trundle down the chips aisle.
Once she feels that arm and back burn, she will stop using the walker entirely. She would be better off walking around the apartment several times a day until she can stand and walk for 30 minutes without needing a rest. But that approach doesn’t require shopping and the accumulation of more worthless shit she buys to prove her dedication to her physical health.
I cannot get over how she willingly bought a piece of equipment most people fight tooth and nail to avoid using because of the physical and psychological implications that go along with walkers. All she had to do was eat twice her BMR - which is about two times more than the average caloric needs for a short woman her age - and she could have lost weight and avoided humiliating herself even more than she already has. Most people would consider that trade off a bargain.
