I don't understand how these youtube fatties entire lives can revolve around food and yet none of them can cook. It's like those alocoholics who only drink cheap whisky. If you're so obsessed with food, you may as well learn to cook. Take a cooking class or something, jeez. This is why I can't take Chantel seriously when she calls herself a foodie. I swear over the last few weeks she's been eating the same 4 meals in rotation. Pizza, meatloaf, mexican, and that local restaurant where she keeps ordering the bruschetta. Chantel must be the only person in the world that spends 12 hours a day in the kitchen but doesn't know how to cook.
Chantal is not so much obsessed with food as she is with the feelings food brings her. For example:
—She likes the feeling of being so stuffed she can barely breathe. She knows her meatloaf abortion, several pizzas, cartons of Mexican food and tons of drive-thru will achieve that feeling so much faster than a carefully planned and skillfully cooked meal, so why waste the effort?
—Good home cooks can create very palatable and decadent food but Chantal’s dopamine is activated by very specific foods. Perfectly seasoned and hot French fries, tons of special sauce and ranch dressing, the opioid-like feelings tons of cheese and dairy produce, the manic, the heart-racing effects of chugging pickle brine and the giddy high of too much sugar soothe her mind far better than a delicious home cooked meal or treat.
—Chantal has that childish love of eating out or getting delivery. Chantal‘s mother had little money when she was a baby and fast food was an indulgence. I remember Chantal bemoaning not having Lunchables in grade school because her mother could not afford them and that was very upsetting to her. A home cooked meal focusing on good ingredients and cooking skill will not replicate the joy she feels when she can eat in huge quantities the foods she could not routinely obtain as a child.
—Chantal loves the celebratory nature or eating out and delivery foods. Even though she knows what she ordered and paid for it, there’s still the X-mas eve anticipation of ripping into those bags and boxes and seeing something someone brought her. There might be an extra order of fries, or they might have given her extra packets of ketchup and Ranch. There might even be a declaration of undying love hastily scrawled on the receipt the handsome drive-thru cashier bashfully slid into her bag. There is no childlike glee or anticipation at receiving presents when cooking one’s own food.
—Chantal has replaced all human senses of love, belonging, accomplishment, comfort, and companionship with food. Her life is so empty she needs a continual supply of dopamine from food and can only stop eating when she sleeps. There is no room in that schedule to prepare for three meals and a snack. If she cooked her food and did it well, she’d find it harder to continually gorge.
The food is just a means to an end. Her eyes roll back in feigned orgasm when she eats a food that hits her dopamine receptors, not because it genuinely tastes good.
