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

Probably realized calling people weird, mentally ill basement dwellers wasn't a good look for sweet, nourished, healing Chantal.
As opposed to a weird, mentally ill second-floor dweller.

I really think that Cuntal pictures all her critics as hideous, warped,, jealous individuals who wish they had her sweet, sweet life just typing away in the dark while laughing maniacally.

(who are totally not me)
 
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So what advice is this therapist giving her? It sounds like "don't change a thing." (Telling Chantal to eat intuitively is a recipe for disaster.) I wonder if the therapist is a hamplanet too.

P.S. Shout to @Marf for capping the rant, given how quickly she took it down.
Her therapist is actually Colonel Sanders.
 
All of that pointing in the opening scene made me cringe.

She turned those beautiful strips of beef into a pile of mush!

Peetz and his stupid act makes me sick. Staring into the camera, answering in grunts. I hate him.

What was that rag or dirty towel doing under the dining room table? Fat, worthless slobs. Both of them!
 
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Starting the year with a crossover episode with r/trashy. Nice.

Bitch, is the mirror broken or something? Fake leather and animal prints? Jesus Christ. The midlife crisis hit early.
She needed to start her mid life crisis even sooner because I doubt she has 5 years left of life and that's being really optimistic and believing miracles n' shit.

Those fake leather pants are positively horrific. If you are using bulk size quantities of vagisil, I wouldn't think fake leather would be the best choice of material for your pants. Just the thought of it sends a shudder of revulsion thru my soul. Perhaps she should consider changing her name from foodie beauty to yeasty beastie.
 
I don't know about anyone else, but when i am looking for recipe videos on YouTube, I find the best recipes come from a hamplanet who can't even describe what they are making without gasping for air.

That intro segment was really grim. She is out of breath just standing and talking.

WHEEZE!
 
"I also have an eating disorder that doesn't care about the health issues I have."

"Getting rid of food rules & demonizing certain foods, eliminating, etc."

First quote makes it clear she's either denying the gravity of her current health situation or is willfully ignoring it. It's more accurate to say: "My serious health issues don't care about any eating disorder I have."

We're aware that there is nothing in her life of any meaning to her except food & just going by that rant, I'm going to ASSume her comment section started filling up with people calling her out on her food choices for at least that meal & rightly so. Many of the components & certainly the total meal don't mesh with any form of fatty liver disease or diabetes, lack of gall bladder or heart/lung issues.

Like it or not, she IS going to have to eliminate a hefty number of the foods she's used to. 'Demonize' is her choice of words but shows her mind set of "protecting" her food addiction at all costs - it's pure addict talk, reflecting how her brain idolizes her crappy food choices.

No reasonable person expects her ATTITUDE towards foods & eating to change overnight - that sort of change happens as the result of a lot of struggle & hard work, psychological pain, sweat & tears. There's a reason 12 Step programs have a saying as they help you learn to work their program: "Fake it 'til you make it." In other words, don't expect your mind set to change quickly; just DO the steps. You won't be happy for quite some time but you'll stop or slow the rate of physical damage & as your body & brain learns to function without your substance of choice, you'll slowly start finding clarity.

All the angry insults & jeers towards those who must have commented in ways she didn't like; "because you don't have your own content?" A small minority of comments anywhere might come from reaction channels; most are imply viewers watching the train wreck. "Many weird, mentally ill people living in a room in a basement."

That, compared to Chantal who's weird, clearly mentally ill & spending most of her time either in her kitchen guarding her food hoard or in her bedroom, nurturing her squalor. Again, classic behavior from someone protecting their addiction not willing to back down from a position that's clearly erroneous.... turning it back on those critiquing.

She's spitting into the wind; the visible negative effects of years of poor food choices can no longer be disguised by clothing, makeup, wigs, hair soot or camera angles. Her wheezing, gasping breath just from standing for a few minutes or talking would certainly be one of the top cuts on a CD titled 'The Grim Reaper's Greatest Hits'. Her tales of a busy off camera life fool few at this point - if she can't walk 10 feet without struggling for air, she's not joining friends for an afternoon of shopping, dropping in on family for a quick visit or doing anything other than struggling mightily to do the bare minimum she needs to buy, cook & eat food.. or have it delivered.

She's the type that would, as she lay dying, rip off her oxygen mask to get those last, precious bites of a bacon double cheezeburger,
 
"I also have an eating disorder that doesn't care about the health issues I have."
It's as though she is clinging to this disorder that she has denied vigorously in the past. She treats it like her hall pass.

She really is more stupid than Big Al.

Look at the state of this sty. Her followers probably use this to feel better about themselves.

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It always baffles me to see Chantal's lower legs. They are so normal compared to the rest of her body... it's disturbing. She barely has cankles, and for someone who's carrying 250lbs ++ of pure lard and who's body is storing fat everywhere even in her eyelids, that's quite the genetic accomplishment.

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The hams sitting above the knees tho.


Also.
Being athletic and active throughout my pregnancy, I was the most uncomfortable EVER from 7’ish months on. And I had only gained a total of 29 pounds. I can’t even imagine how uncomfortable it must be to be lugging around this massive frame 24/7 and not to mention she carries a great deal of her weight in her abdomen. But apparently she doesn’t mind as that big ole gunt pays her bills. For now.

We don't care about you shitting out crotch goblins. Stick to the behemoth.
 
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Chantal can't even go through the talking stage of meeting a guy before getting into an actual relationship due to her lack of oxygen. Can you imagine some poor, innocent man having to be enslaved to listening to her wheeze and gasp for air every few seconds?
 
I see her therapist has a philosophy that is a remarkably uncanny match for Clotso's own circa-2019 philosophy. Intuitive eating! Eat what you want! Don't cut out anything! Never deprive yourself! What are the odds of that, I wonder? It must be hard to find a therapist who sees a wheezing 400 pounder who can't even stand up without clutching a wall lumber in and tells her, "You're doing everything right! No need to change a thing!" Such therapists don't grow on trees y'know. But Clotso managed to luck out.

Sure, ya fat steaming pile of shit. You found a therapist just like you found a guy to haul away your boxes. Just like you got down on your hands and knees to scrub behind the toilet and reach under the bed.

She has reached a point where the words "Chantal told a truth!" is downright newsworthy (and we are still waiting on that news)

There is no therapist of course; there never has been one, and there never will be one. Clotso is far too craven and cowardly to meet one. So she will continue to lie to the fat slobs in her audience she claims to love so much, and then browbeat them for insinuating that someone with blowout diabetes and a dying liver might want to cut down on the carbs and fat a smidgeon.

Sorry to hear she didn't like her gratuitous bag of cucumber potato chips, but I'm sure she didn't let any of them go to waste. And as a bonus, sad-sack Peetz doesn't even want to taste the bulgogi, so a double helping for her!

Life is grand up at the sty!

This will be some year. She is just itching to get back into full mukbang swing, and as the snow melts and the air warms outside, she'll start coming out of semi-hibernation. She already cleaned her room. She already saw the therapist. It will be time for McDonald's and poutine and entire boxes of tacos in no time.

Atta gorl, Chantal. Smashing your goals and showing up the haydurs. And the nice thing about being dead is you won't even know it once you get there.
 
Her therapist is actually Colonel Sanders.

His partners in the practice are Ronald McDonald and the Taco Bell chihuahua.

So this is some fake HAES nutritionist.... or doesn't exist in the first place. Would you tell an anorexic to eat intuitively? Jesus Christ on a pogo stick. Eating disorder treatment my ass.

Also if this therapy appointment was 15 minutes how did they discuss all the shit she claimed earlier. None of this adds up.

Chantal says it was a phone consultation. If it had been a video call, I would imagine that the therapist would have had different advice. ”Well, it looks like you’ve eaten enough. Just stop eating forever.”
 
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