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

I love how her neck is sitting lower and lower on her chest I'm not sure I've seen that happen so starkly before. her chin is literally now resting one her tits. also, what is that thing on her neck? that was not there like two days ago!!! what happened to this hog in just a couple days!?!? is it the green screen? why would that add sack of fat on her neck? is she wearing a neck fanny pack or something? yuck.

Was thinking the same, bitch looks like a toe
 
I understood depression era as well. We can be sure that while the recipes may come from the Depression, the quantities certainly won't - unless she's going to be efficient & mimic a family of 7 eating, all in one go.

I'm still uneducated about Intuitive Eating. Initially at least, are you not supposed to eat when you think you're hungry & eat what you want at that time? If so, how does that work with planned meals, mukbangs, food shopping, etc?

I've got to find more free reading about that entire topic.
 
I don't know if anyone picked up on her obvious LIE about her working as a medical receptionist, saying she "Left" that job and went on unemployment and lived off her severence pay? She was totally fired from that job, escorted from the building IIRC , she was fired because she was constantly late, not showing up for work and lied about being bilingual and also stating that her boss "doctor" didnt like her because she was FAT.

She thinks somehow she has a new audience that doesn't remember, or the fat has just eaten up her brain. Anyone that dared picked that up in the comments would have been deleted and blocked quick smart.
 
She appears to have gained 30 lbs since just yesterday, but that isn't physically possible.
Oh ye of little faith. All things are possible with Uber.
For posterity: I'll be fucked if I'm digging up a timestamp, but near the end of her last live, she ate a booger. Again.

Edit: Argh, fuck me, fine, because this is important: it's at 3:06:25.
Bet it was....creamy.
 
Intuitive eating.. so how many times have we been through this already? There's no way for her to "learn" how to eat intuitively agan, since her brain is completely fucked from her eating massive amounts of garbage for decades. She was way too heavy when she was just a child already, which makes me wonder if her brain ever got to know what intuitive eating is. She'll be dead before that ever happens.
 
Chantal is desperately looking for a way to cheat the system so that she can still have her hit. She’s a junkie. And she still wanting to take a hit. I’m sure intuitive eating works for some people. It has many testimonies for helping people with eating disorders reclaim their life. And that’s fantastic. But what Chantal isn’t taking into account for - is that she does not have this luxury. Maybe back 5 years ago when she wasn’t having all these health problems she could have tried to do intuitive eating. Because there was no rush to get the weight off. But the cold hard reality is that she’s 400 pounds with several health complications that are compounding due to her weight. I legitimately can’t believe she’s still in the “I need to find what works for me baby steps uwu” phase of weight loss. She has no sense of urgency. She does not understand how sick she is. She needs to eat clean and count calories to get the weight off. Fuck the eating disorder. She can work on “”””healing”””” the eating disorder later. This is a matter of her medical health. The weight needs to come off now. With hard, hard clean eating and calorie restriction. Not a gentle browsing of alternative methods of eating and baby steps as she dabbles in ways to change her diet. She’s sick. Very sick. And she just doesn’t seem to understand that even with weight loss the damage is done and getting worse daily. Esp with the untreated diabetes and fatty liver. This goes beyond her eating disorder but you know Chantal. She rather gently browse different diets and talk about mental health than face the reality of being in a very sink or swim moment in her health. Because the shit that’s happening to her now? She could save a large portion of her health with weight loss. But with every passing day a lot of shit is gonna stay permanently fucked up in her body even if she does manage to lose weight years later if she don’t get the weight off now.
 
Ah so this is what she means when she says that her body knows when it's hungry and the 1400 calorie diet the dietician wanted to put her on isn't right for her? How does one not puke after eating this much garbage? Better question is that ketchup and mustard sugar free? This being "heathier" then previous binges.
- it's been said over and over but that neck fat is horrifying out of morbid fascination it'd be interesting for her to describe what it's like being strangled by fat 24/7 but she'll never admit it and break the illusion she's a desirable vixen.
I know jabba the hut has been used in comparison but I really think she's turning into this creature from Buffy, with peetz as the caretaker cleaning the folds. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ESP-J6b9Ycc
- I don't know if any medfags or Psychfags can explain this but really how does one push through the body's natural limits and eat this much food again and again?
- Stop the half measures Chins and just chimp out on Mcdonalds all ready while insisting how you're not racist.
 
Has Chantal mentioned the gender of her dietician at all since she’s started going? It seemed like she went out of her way to not say he or she in her Q&A video.

We can all assume she doesn’t have a dietitian, but her not gendering them really shows me that she doesn’t have one. She doesn’t want to be caught in the (obvious) lie by accidentally switching genders.
 
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Chills.

Veritable chills at that bloated, engorged, sack of lard flesh. The way gravity grapples with the sagging cellulite, the uncanny valley of fat that appears as her arm folds at the elbow, the absolute fucking state of her nonexistent wrist.
I'm surprised she didn't consider dousing her own sorry excuse for fingers with ketchup and honey mustard, considering they look like prime contenders for some deep fried love.

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I....
I have no words.

Chantal's Neck, we at the Farms salute you.

Rest well, brave soul and may the afterlife be the place you finally get to experience light without the impending obscurity of melting bulbous rolls of fat and un-moist, slimy, bacteria crawling, yeast-infected air for the first time in years.

Indeed, rest well - as much as you can, for if this shitshow of a video tells us anything, it's that Chantal may very well be on Death's Highway, speeding towards an explosive, diabetic, organ failing exit to join you.

Sayonara, Chinny.
 
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Where is that table? It's not the one in their dining area, and I can't imagine her fitting one, and a green screen, in her bedroom.
I assume it’s a newly ordered piece. I looked up mukbang table (channeling my inner Chinny) on Amazon and this came up. I‘m pretty sure it’s the exact same one:

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edit: words are hard.
 
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Is that a cockroach eating a burger? Was that thing always there?
I’m more amused that it’s clearly eating at The Krusty Krab from Spongebob.
Facial edema happens near end stage diabetes. Bet her kidneys are starting to wheeze out. Dumb bitch is gonna die soon.
She’s going to be lying in hospital, still in her 30’s, hooked up to a respirator as her massive chest and stomach fat crushes her lungs, blood pressure so high her fingers look like blood sausages straining to burst...and she’ll be wheezing, “BABY STEPS! I can’t just change my lifestyle all at once! I know what works for me! I ate...carrots today and....only...most...of...that...bag...of...chocolate barrrrrrrs-“

She’ll collapse, dead-eyed, as the shrill sound of a life monitor flatlining gradually fades in her ears, drowned in the stuttering radio static of her last brain cells firing, before lapsing into silence.

It will be sad to know a human being died. But it will be no one’s fault but her own. After all, her health is none of our business. If you don’t like it when the orderlies come to drag her body on a gurney down to the morgue, don’t watch.
 
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