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- Aug 29, 2018
https://youtube.com/watch?v=RPyNFQOp-0s
The title alone killed me. Can't wait to hear the excuses this time.
ETA: Downloaded the video in case she takes it down.
Whoa Nelly...
I'm gonna take my time and savor this one... I gots a lotta questions on my mind; let's see what she's willing to admit or inadvertently reveals...
Right away, I am amused by the title and the thumbnail that goes with it. There she is, ole shifty-eyed, dishonest Chantal. This oughta be good...
She starts off in a sweet voice, but quickly looks stricken, like she is having a heart attack. "I almost had a heart attack", she says. "Not from the Dominoes", she clarifies. Turns out a guy popped out of the dumpster of her apartment building and scared the bejeezus outta her.
I note she looks fat. Newly fat, like Jell-O that hasn't quite settled into a mold yet.
The guy in the dumpster pissed her off. She is in a serious voice now, "On a serious note...", she says loudly, enunciating well...
"At this point, I wouldn't watch me either", she says, shaking her fat head. lol, but we would, Chantel... "I know I probably look absolutely insane, and ya know what? I probably am." That's right, Chantal, embrace it. That might be your next...er, meal ticket, if you play your cards right...
"I feel so distant from my own brain", she says. One might think that would be a good thing. "So here's the deal..." She juts her fat paw right at us with a real mean face, like she wants to punch our lights out, but she is only adjusting the camera...
Her explanation is as follows, verbatim: puffs "Sorry, I had to uh...had to ca--, had to...Bibi called me....I had a talk with Bibi about all this and he offered to come to the hospital with me if I needed to...uhm..." sighs deeply "Which I know a lot of you think I am not in a loving relationship. I hate even addressing that. Because I know being YouTuber, people are gonna make up all kinds of ridiculous rumors.,,uhm...but...he's always there for me. Like, always there for me whenever I have a medical issue or I'm in trouble, like...ff...ugh...That's why I want to marry the man. 'Cause honestly, he's my rock. He's...he's...if it weren't for...if I hadn't...if I was with someone else like me...I mean...I need someone like him to keep me grounded, seriously..."
She goes through all of this shit before coming to the point of this impromptu conference...
Apparently she didn't think she really had an eating disorder, but now she knows she has one because she remembers the doctor told her "oh, you have an eating disorder!" shortly before she switched back to mukbangs. She is shifty eyed and plays with the steering wheel as she tells us this.
She said the doc told her he's set up a consultation with a psychologist, but she weaseled out of it by saying her GP had set one up. Her doc also offered to prescribe her something "to take the edge off" (am I not understanding something? Hasn't she been telling us she's been on Lexapro all week?)
She wants to go to the hospital and tell them, "I've been eating myself to death", as if the hospital can't figure that out on their own, lol
Apparently watching My 600 Pound Life with the dead girl got her down (not down enough to skip pizza today, though!)
"That episode serves as such a wakeup call..." Man, I hope her subscribers don't buy the 'wake up call' bullshit yet again. Every time she gets a wake up call, she hits the snooze button on life.
"Sometimes it is too late to turn your life around"
So now she doesn't know what she was thinking, doing the mukbangs. She says her audience says "duh! You've been blocking us!"
She threw out the pizza, she claims, but just had wings, fries, and Reese's Cheese Cake, plus crab legs.
"So, yeah...", she says, her usual comment when she has nothing coherent to say.
She thought she'd be better on the medicine (so she is on the medicine)
She thinks maybe she should be on a different medication.
She concedes that mukbangs trigger her binge eating... Now that people know her, it must be hard to watch her... (Nope, we know you better than anyone, and we have been loving this month!)
She is now concerned with the unhealthy message she is giving to the world. She thinks she may be promoting something dangerous. She admits we are thinking "duh" again. She implies her conscience is bothering her.
She says the appeal of mukbangs for her is she gets to eat what she wants and make more money. Like nobody guessed.
She has a new plan: she will make healthier meals and healthier choices.
"I still have a week to go to turn it around", she says tearfully, starting to cry. "I feel like inside, I am screaming for help, screaming...."(long pregnant pause) ...."I'm so tired. I'm honestly so tired"...
She will call the weightloss doctor and see if he'll prescribe some meds. She will call the GP and ask for urgent help. Her depression and mental state won't improve until she does, she says. She is every emotional...
She starts mentioning trolls, haters, and reaction videos. She thinks maybe she shouldn't share...
"Sorry, while I pick my nose"
"Back to square one. Again", she says, a look of faux-disgust on her face. "I'm obviously not well"
"I've gone my whole life not thinking about having an eating disorder" (So there were no "skinny years", right Chantal?)
Welp, sadly it looks like this era might be drawing to a close. She is cyclical, so maybe it is back to rotten grape elixir and lectures soon. However, she did not actually go to the hospital, and I think tomorrow she'll be feasting on Popeye's again and blocking people who respond... We'll know soon.
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