Mashed potatoes and berry crisp.
Jabba, you are doing diabetes wrong.
No, no--she's doing diabetes
totally right. Totally right for Chantal, that is. Because as much as I wouldn't wish the horrorshow that is uncontrolled diabetes on any human with actual redeeming human qualities, this is Chantal we're talking about. After years of he Chantal Cycle, things are getting old, and I'm all for Lord Beetus taking a starring role in this degenerate shitshow.
I see Peetz dresses to the right...
I just had to click on the image to check for myself, didn't I? Damn you to hell for that, LOL.
FFS, stop eating with fucking wooden spoons and other cooking implements, bitch. Use a fork like a goddamned human being.
TBH, I'm fine with her using wooden/bamboo implements for no other reason than they make less noise when scraping against a plate or bashing against her teeth. Chantal's videos are full of unpleasant sounds as it is, and nothing is going to mitigate her absence of table manners, so eliminating the clank and scrape of metal cutlery is a small mercy.
The descent into unbridled madness is really ramping up - aided no doubt by the miasma of sugars, excess sodium & various forms of lipids trying to squeeze through her increasingly clogged arteries & being improperly processed by her overworked & damaged organs.
Don't forget the spectre of impending death!
She's got a laundry list of self-inflicted conditions because she decided that fast food is worth being fat and dying young for, but she has yet to face the reality that she really
is going to die for fast food, and it's likely to be in a really terrible, painful way. Right now, she's doing everything she can to avoid facing that reality (which, for Chantal, means making a display of eating pseudo-"healthy" food that is totally unsuitable for someone with her current health conditions).
Two years ago, she could pretend that her ovarian cysts weren't really that big of a deal, and not related to her horrible lifestyle. She could say, "Oh, lots of people get their gallbladder out, including skinny people." Now she's got blood clots in her lungs, diabetes, something fucking up her colon (which I don't believe for a minute is C. diff), hypertension, and NAFLD/NASH.
WEW, LASS.
But she's making and eating berry cobbler, on top of a starchy holiday dinner, pretending she knows what she needs to do to save herself. A sane person would be scared out of their denial, and would be doing whatever they had to in order to save themselves, but not our gorl.