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

Bloody expensive if just used for weightloss in Australia as it's "off script use" for non-diabetics and even diabetics that don't meet the requirements. As an "authority medication" without meeting the very specific diabetes guidelines, patients could only get it as a private script (meaning no govt rebate) and the private script charge is $1700 per pen which is only one months supply. Generally here the private health insurance companies cap their prescription rebates to $100.

Source for cost, https://www.health.gov.au/ministers...dispensing-measures-of-pbs-medicines-extended

Here, the government audits doctors prescribing habits, and those that are caught skirting the requirements are subject to deregistration.

If interested just click the restrictions.
Yeah I looked up prescribing regulations for it as well, it seems mostly to be used for bariatric patients with regain after surgery from what I could see, not sure how they get away with it, possibly some loophole. I'm Aussie too.
 
I am super skeptical about a legitimate A1C of 6.0 for someone whose postprandial glucose is in the mid to high 200s (burgerland units of mg/dl). Furthermore, considering she has spikes like this every time she eats, she is diabetic, no two ways about it. 2 hour postprandial blood glucose isn't over 140 mg/dl for nondiabetics. A1C is something to use as a warning sign for further checks needed, not a be-all-end-all statement of her glucose metabolism status. But now that Chantal has walked back her diabetes diagnosis, watch the cakes and pies and other carbs pile up as she blames all her sickness on asthma. Every meal will be takeout again. I see a chimpout on the horizon.
 
I think Chantal is on metformin, at the bare minimum. Also blood pressure medications. I think she was going to be put on insulin when she went for this appointment. I think she begged her GP to let her try the Ozempic. That’s how she got that Rx. She celebrated her victory with a sodium overload. That’s our gorl. As for the numbers she has thrown out there, may I remind you CHANTAL LIES.
 
You could make a video at least 3hrs long of all the times FB has made fun of others' looks, personalities, disabilities, foreign accents, living conditions, etc.

But 'People who laugh at someone for how they look are low people'
One side of the mouth: There is more to me than just being in a fat body. Other side of the mouth: I have to be physically attracted to a guy.
 
Found this interesting infographic on waiting times for bariatric surgery in various provinces of Canada. Seems it's 6-12 months from referral to initial appointment and a further 2-3 years for surgery in Ontario. Chantal thinks she'll have a gastric bypass in 7-8 months, but according to this chart she probably won't get her first appointment in that time frame.


Feel free to correct me but wasn't Chantal's eating a whole block of cheese pysch emergency visit her way to shortcut the referral to initial appointment time. Makes me wonder what she might try this time around.

Someone told her in chat tonight shall need abdominoplasty. This seemed to confuse her. She did admit she'd need a breast lift though. I suspect she hasn't factored loose skin into her "I'm going to be thin" mindset.

Edit to make timeline clearer ie that surgical wait time doesn't commence until after surgeon approves the patient for surgery.

but if she private pays, she doesn’t have a waiting time like that, right? Not that she has the self restraint or motivation to actually do it. And not to mention her body is on its way out.
 
I'm going to be honest here and say I don't personally think she actually went to the doctor at all. You can google numbers for ideal to only slightly elevated readings for blood glucose and blood pressure and say "Yeah, that sounds exactly like me." Sitting in a car in the middle of Cornwall doesn't mean anything besides she really wanted to shove a pizza into her insatiable gaping maw.
 
I'm going to be honest here and say I don't personally think she actually went to the doctor at all. You can google numbers for ideal to only slightly elevated readings for blood glucose and blood pressure and say "Yeah, that sounds exactly like me." Sitting in a car in the middle of Cornwall doesn't mean anything besides she really wanted to shove a pizza into her insatiable gaping maw.
More people basing their latest round of repetitive sperging solely on the words of a pants-shitting lunatic whose thread begins with a post containing a half-dozen reminders that she is a liar and that any claim she makes without proof ought to be dismissed out of hand.

But I guess everyone needs to know how many people here are good at googling things.
 
In the newest video, it's obvious Chantel went to Wendy's, ate her meal, and then directly drove to the pizza place. It's insane that Chantel couldn't even wait for the pizza to cool down. She just ate Wendy's. The fact that Chantel considers this a "good day" is crazy. Why did she need both the pizza and wendys? Had she just gotten one of those, it still would have been bad but at least an improvement. Also she was complaining that she hates thick crust pizza but that pizza she was eating looked like super thick crust. Chantel really is just a walking contradiction. She talks about how good she's doing with her health while double fisting pizza and wendys.
That is absolutely something she would do, but I prefer to make fun of her for her innumerable actual ridiculous behaviours, and I can vouch based on the background that the Wendy’s was from the south end of Ottawa, and the ICONIC pizza place is in the east end of Cornwall - about an hour and a half drive apart. Good thing she had a full combo with a medium Coke to keep her SATIATED for the “road trip” to get pizza. Wouldn’t want her blood sugar to dip below diabetic coma levels or anything.

The trip actually probably took her longer than that considering how slowly she drives normally, and her decision to film the scenery from the side windows while in motion, because she is determined to give the Grim Reaper the finger at every chance possible. There is very little chance of her killing someone else in a car accident on those country roads on a weekday, as you will probably see ten other cars the entire time, but it’s so coincidental that Chantal happened to pass someone she recognized - her teacher from Grade 8 that she told you guys about before! His eyes were all squinty! Hee hee! What’s that? People who laugh at someone for how they look are low people? Who said that this morning?

This is at least the third time she has called that pizza place “iconic.” The first was the infamous dinner at her mom’s in which her sister and her boyfriend ignored the 399 lb elephant in the room. The other one I remember was her trip to Cornwall to give a tour of her hometown last summer (in which she offhandedly gestured towards the river and mentioned the casino and “Aboriginal reservation”, and rather than giving any more information on that, such as those “Aboriginals” being fucking Mohawks or that their reservation spans both countries and both Ontario and Quebec, she quickly changed tack to “Now I’m going to show you where my French lover lived!”).

Now Riverside pizza (as well as two other local pizzerias) are apparently so ICONIC that “people who have left Cornwall” have it “flown in.” The only person who would do that is Chantal.

Oh, and she pronounced it “pouteen.” UNCULTURED ANGLO SWINE
 
The difference between her intellect then and now is SHOCKING. She was more articulate, put together long and complex (for her) ideas in multiple paragraphs and stuck to her topic with a good deal of lucidity, paused to gather thoughts before presenting a new idea...

3+ years later, she’s stupid. I watched her pot roast live and she couldn’t even finish the easiest of sentences without petering off, getting distracted or forgetting what she was saying. Everything was just “HI MARISSA!!!” with slack-jawed meandering in between, a lot of cursing and babbling about haydurs and some idiot child voices to the cat, as well as gleeful repetitions of the same non-jokes, over and over and over for no reason (“HAHAHA! POO POOS IN THE KITCHEN! POO POOS IN THE KITCHEN!!” x ten).

I know science says becoming morbidly obese can make you dimmer just because of how much visceral fat is pressing on your brain, but fuck me, Chantal is another person all together now! Watching this after watching the last live, it’s night and day. Someone took an average woman and removed ten IQ points, slowly, via cheeseburgers and poutine.

Her mental breakdown is chilling. I never really noticed it because it was so slow, but she has had the fast-food version of a lobotomy performed upon her.

it is the lack of stimulation and socialization. When you have a job, it requires you to think and (usually) interact with others. In my line of work, we are seeing many many many of our clients mentally decline due to the pandemic since there is no human interaction or activities to do. My center is closed for now and our virtual activities aren’t a replacement for in person stuff.
 
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She's like the alcoholic when you ask how much they drink a day. They'll say, oh 1 or 2 beers, but it's a safe bet that it's more like 1 or 2 cases! I'd wager her A1C is 9 or 10.
At this point it's almost irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. Anyone with working eyeballs can see that Chantal is not the picture of health.

  • She has a festering wound on her fupa (BUT IT'S NOT INFECTED GAIZ)
  • Diabetes-like symptoms and feeling terrible after having a meal (I'M NOT OFFICIALLY DIAGNOSED - PROVE IT!!!)
  • Purple splotches all over her limbs (IDK it's NOT RELATED TO MY WEIGHT)
  • Can barely stand for more than 1 min at a time without holding onto something for support (THE FRIES ARE FRESH)
Arguing and being indignant over the A1C reading is just a distraction/delusion. It's like if your limbs were chopped off and bleeding out but you are arguing about whether or not the wound can officially be diagnosed as a laceration. Regardless of the diagnosis, it would serve you well to stop the bleeding immediately. Regardless of what the reading is, we all know that pausing the gravy train would be nothing but beneficial to her health.
 
Like many underachievers Chantal is terrified of Success. You could see it in her face and hear it in her voice in the last late night Live near the end when she talked about what it would be like being thin because her whole life she has been fat. She wasn't excited, she was terrified. She is comfortable with Failure, she's mastered that.

What is she going to have after surgery and successful weight-loss? She will have to face and achieve the expectations she and others have for her. Expectations to do all the things she's lamented she can't cuz she's fat. Expectations of helping out family. Expectations of making more out of her life than she has. Expectations of contributing to society in some way. Chantal lacks the committment/ability to follow thru whether because Dumb, Lazy or Mentally Ill, she will achieve nothing and lose nothing but Limbs and then Life.

Chantal doesn't want to be thin, she wants to be comfortable. She will die as a mound of Unrealized Expectations and Failure.

I too doubt she went to the drs appt.

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Medication to suppress appetite is not the answer for someone like Chantal (in my opinion). Chantal doesn't binge on high fat, high sugar foods, at all hours of the day and night, because she is physically hungry. She wouldn't even know what the feels like anymore. She uses food to fill time, ease anxiety, procrastinate, sedate; as a surrogate friend/lover. Like so many have said, we're watching a slow suicide.
 
This clip is art in its purest form!

You get to admire Chintal's pearly whites up close and personal, and appreciate the delicious grease she's absorbing - just like that poor little napkin.

She's so overcome with passion for her pepperoni and cheese pizza that she forgets how to pronounce poutSine (@2:55 in the bottom clip).

Postcoital diarrhea must've been a pretty amazing experience, too ...

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