Rachael Ray’s fans have noticed a big change in her appearance after some people started worrying about her health.

Former Food Network star Rachael Ray made a bit of a comeback by sharing behind-the-scenes clips from an upcoming episode of her show, Rachael Ray Meals in Minutes, on social media.

Rachael Ray seems to be back to normal

Rachael Ray has eased her fans’ worries with a recent video on social media, where she appeared just like they remembered her. The former Food Network star posted a clip on Instagram showing her acting like her usual self.

A few weeks ago, some fans got concerned after noticing her speech was a bit slurred in a video. But with this new behind-the-scenes footage from her show, Rachael Ray Meals in Minutes, she reassured them.

In the video, Rachael shared a few recipes that could be served for brunch, lunch, or dinner. Fans were happy to see that she seemed much better compared to how she was in the earlier clip.

Earlier this month Rachael made headlines after she shared a video where her speech was slurred on Instagram

One fan commented, “I don’t know what everyone was worried about; you look great, Rachael!” Another added, “She looks better now compared to her earlier videos, and her haircut looks good.” A third person said, “You’re looking much better here.”

While many people praised Rachael, a few were still unsure if she was fully back to normal. One asked, “When was this filmed? Something seems (or still is) wrong with her bloated face, slurred speech, and crooked mouth.”

The video that concerned fans was posted earlier this month when Rachael paid tribute to Tony Bennett on Instagram, honoring the anniversary of his death by cooking his favorite dish, ossobuco. Rachael humorously shared a story about how she “almost killed” Tony after accidentally pulling a chair out from under him, causing him to hit his head and fall to the floor. She added, “I thought I killed Tony Bennett, literally. But his wife, Susan, said, ‘He’s fine, he’ll pop back up.’ He made it through dinner. I miss my friend so much.”

During this tribute, fans noticed that Rachael’s usually fast-talking style was slower, and she slurred her words in parts of the video. Some viewers expressed concern, with one saying, “I love you, but are you okay? I’m seriously worried.” Another added, “She seems like she’s been drinking. I love Rachael, but it’s hard to watch her like this.” A third person commented, “It looks like a mini-stroke. Her mouth seems uneven. This makes me so sad.”

My 81-year-old grandma started posting selfies on Instagram with heavy filters.

The notification popped up on my phone, another Instagram post from Grandma Rose. I sighed, tapping on the icon. There she was, her face smoothed and airbrushed beyond recognition, a pair of oversized, cartoonish sunglasses perched on her nose. A cascade of digital sparkles rained down around her. The caption read, “Feeling my vibe! #OOTD #YOLO #GrandmaGoals.”

My stomach churned. At first, it had been a novelty, a quirky, endearing quirk of my 81-year-old grandmother. But now, weeks into her social media blitz, it was bordering on unbearable.

It had started innocently enough. She’d asked me to help her set up an Instagram account, intrigued by the photos I’d shown her of my travels and friends. I’d thought it was a sweet way for her to stay connected with the family, a digital scrapbook of sorts.

But Grandma Rose had taken to Instagram like a fish to water, or rather, like a teenager to a viral trend. She’d discovered the world of filters, the power of hashtags, and the allure of online validation. Suddenly, she was posting multiple times a day, each photo more heavily filtered than the last.

The captions were a whole other level of cringe. She’d pepper them with slang I barely understood, phrases like “slay,” “lit,” and “no cap.” She’d even started using emojis, a barrage of hearts, stars, and laughing faces that seemed to clash with her gentle, grandmotherly image.

The pinnacle of my mortification came when she asked me, with wide, earnest eyes, how to do a “get ready with me” video. “You know, darling,” she’d said, her voice brimming with excitement, “like those lovely young ladies on the internet. I want to show everyone my makeup routine!”

I’d choked on my coffee. My makeup routine consisted of moisturizer and a swipe of mascara. Grandma Rose’s “makeup routine” involved a dusting of powder and a dab of lipstick.

The worst part was, my entire family was egging her on. They’d shower her with likes and comments, calling her “amazing,” “inspiring,” and “a social media queen.” They were completely oblivious to my growing dread.

I was trapped in a vortex of secondhand embarrassment. What if my friends saw these posts? What if my coworkers stumbled upon her profile? I could already imagine the whispers, the snickers, the awkward attempts at polite conversation.

I found myself avoiding family gatherings, dreading the inevitable discussions about Grandma Rose’s latest post. I’d scroll through my feed, wincing at each new notification, my finger hovering over the “unfollow” button, a button I couldn’t bring myself to press.

One evening, I found myself sitting across from my mom, the glow of her phone illuminating her face as she scrolled through Grandma Rose’s profile. “Isn’t she just the cutest?” she gushed, showing me a photo of Grandma Rose with a digital halo and angel wings.

“Mom,” I said, my voice strained, “don’t you think this is… a little much?”

My mom looked at me, her brow furrowed. “What do you mean? She’s having fun. She’s expressing herself.”

“But it’s not her,” I argued. “It’s like she’s trying to be someone else.”

“She’s adapting, darling,” my mom said, her voice gentle. “She’s embracing technology. She’s living her best life.”

I knew I wasn’t going to win this argument. My family, in their well-meaning attempt to support Grandma Rose, were completely blind to the awkwardness of the situation.

I decided to try a different approach. The next time Grandma Rose asked me for help with her Instagram, I sat down with her and gently explained the concept of “authenticity.” I showed her photos of herself, unfiltered and unedited, her smile genuine, her eyes sparkling with wisdom.

“You’re beautiful just the way you are, Grandma,” I said, my voice sincere. “You don’t need filters or slang to be amazing.”

She looked at the photos, her eyes softening. “Do you really think so, darling?” she asked, her voice a whisper.

“Absolutely,” I said, squeezing her hand.

Grandma Rose didn’t stop posting, but she did tone it down. The filters became less intense, the captions more genuine. She even started sharing stories from her life, anecdotes that were both heartwarming and hilarious.

And slowly, I began to appreciate her online presence. I realized that it wasn’t about trying to be an influencer; it was about Grandma Rose finding her own way to connect with the world, to express her joy, to simply be herself. And in the end, that was more than enough.

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