I've noticed when she eats something she is going for a certain feel. She may start with a banana or a stolen piece of chocolate but when she doesn't get the hit shes looking for she will move on to something else (yogurt) and when that doesn't work she finally gives in and tries (and fails) to secretly get her fix from the ice cream.
It might be possible that she's consuming more calories this way since she doesn't get the initial feels and is forced to move on to other snacks until she gets her dopamine rush.
Its fascinating watching her addict brain in real time.
The fact that this woman passively eats all day long is disturbing. And the fact that she doesn't mind doing it in public, while looking like a burlap sack is even more disturbing.
For years people have suggested her getting a regular job where she can be fixated on other productive tasks and responsibilities that doesn't involve eating. However, Chantal made it abundantly clear that she's fucked with or without a job. She said that at previous jobs she would obsess over the cafeteria menus and take multiple breaks per day, so she would never be able to escape the evil food demons. Yet it's the quinoa that gives her PTSD, not the various fast food restaurants that put her in the terrible health she is in today.
The bitch makes her gluttony sound like a legit disability, and I wouldn't be surprised if that's the angle she's going for. Since she can't function without constantly stuffing her face, imagine a job that caters to her "disability" and allows her to feast for her entire shift? Picture this bitch at a cubicle with mounds of fast food containers surrounding her desk. Imagine her desktop computer and mouse smeared with grease and condiments. There are chain smokers that can maintain a decent job despite their bad habit and addiction, but this bitch is just shoots down all possible suggestions for improvement, and it's frustrating.
If there's anyone gunning straight for the grim reaper, it's her. However, she still gets to magically wake up every single day and choose death over and over again. She gets to walk back serious diagnoses and cure herself of all ailments. I don't wish death on anyone, and never would, but it's ridiculous how little she learns from her failing health year after year.
I say all that to say this, maybe she's right that she can't hold down a regular job. YouTube has made life so much easier for fat asses to eat and eat to their heart's (dis)content, AND they are rewarded for doing so. She cannot maintain proper employee status at any establishment because the bitch is a liability at this point. She's lazy, she's greedy, she's unhygienic, she's damn near immobile, and she's dumb as rocks. She's right where she belongs because no employer or potential co-workers deserve that madness.
Also, when COVID-19 finally settles down and life goes back to some semblance of normal, what will Peetz do once this bitch eats herself into complete immobility? What will he do when she eats herself out of fitting in her car?
Remember, she got somewhat lucky during this pandemic because the plan was for Peetz to move in with her and she'll be responsible for dropping him to work and picking him up. He better pray he can work from home as long as possible because he'll fuck around and lose his job waiting for this cunt to play taxi to him. She barely wants to get up on time for nurse visits and doctor appointments, let alone helping Peetz get to his normal job on time? In her own words, "Ew."
Can you imagine the conversations when she refuses to wake up on time to take him?
Peetz: Chantal, I have to get to work. Come on, get up.
Chantal: Sorry, Peetz. I stayed up late last night because I was beezin'! (rat faced smile)
P: Uh, okay. Can you get up and give me a ride?
C: Just stay home. You don't need that stupid job anyway. I make enough for both of us! How much would you have made today? About $200? I'll just send it to you later when I get up.
P: Uh, I guess. I suppose I can stay home today. Sorry for waking you up.
C: Thanks, Peetz! Wanna have pizza for dinner later?
P: Sure!
C: Okay. Can you bring me a tub of icing from the kitchen? Thanks.
And this will be their dumb exchange on a daily until she fully convinces him to quit (or he gets fired) and he becomes fully financially dependent on her.
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