FIGHTING THE MUNCHIES

Never really hungry, but sometimes a little peckish between meals?

Well, this post is for you,then.

I have tested a few tips and tricks to fight the munchies, and this week I'll share my poor babysteps into the HNW with you.

You don't know what HNW stand for?

No, not for Hearty Nosh World, naughty you! Let's get serious for once!

HNW is the Health Nuts' World, a world where you blow kisses to salads, you treat your tastebuds with beetroot chips, and eat raw carrots and kale when stressed.

Come on, I'm kidding! Actually, healthy eaters just make me green with envy, but let me tell you that settling down in their world won't be a cakewalk for me...

In the HNW, when you are about to dip your hand into the cookie jar, or reach any of your yummy treats, the watchword is "KEEP BUSY ".

And of course, gormandizing is not among the suggested activities, so better forget about it!

No, when it comes to fighting the munchies, going for a walk seems to be one of the best ways to parry the attack,then.

Quite easy as long as the weather is set fair.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not made of glass, and I don't mind walking in the rain.

The only snag is that after facing downpours, the only thing I need to perk up is a nice cup of cheer, I mean, a cup of hot chocolate, so...

Among the bona-fide munchies fighters, doing crosswords is said to be a foolproof way to ignore your tummy's plea for treats.

Quite sure, cause that game keeps your mind and your hands busy, and far from temptations.

Well, I have had a go, but to no avail.

The first definition I came across was " When in the sky, it's wishful thinking ".

After chewing the eraser off my pencil (you know, when you feel like nibbling, anything can do),

I had a light bulb moment, and found the answer.

Guess what it was!

PIE! Yes, guys, a pie in the sky is a promise, an idea or a plan very unlikely to happen!

But  jeez, the word " PIE " was just like the wake-up call my inner peckish self was waiting for to fling me to the kitchen!

As those two suggestions to ditch my yummy treats had failed, I decided to have an ultimate try.

I browsed through the tips and tricks I had found on the web, and chose a get-up-and-go one.

" When you feel peckish, dance around the house to your favourite music "  took the cake, cause it seemed to be a good way to rock my snacking.

And you know what one of my favourite song is : " I can't get no satisfaction " by the Rolling Stones!

I guess its burning fat beat will make up for my raids on the pantry!

I'll let you know.

In the meantime, never miss a chance to dance, and if you stumble, make it part of the dance!

AM I A SWEET BASKET CASE?

Do you happen to feel guilty about overeating? You know, that kind of feeling that washes over you after having one piece too many of a yummy cake,one extra portion of pizza or handfuls of peanuts?

No? OK, then this post is for you, cause after reading it, I hope you will give me some foolproof tips and tricks not to let my greedy tastebuds rule the roost.

I'm not kidding, I realy need your help, cause being an incorrigible diet breaker makes my mood go south, and is really a tough nut to crack!

Jeez, just to write "nuts" triggers my inner squirrel's craving for that crunchy dry fruit!

Actually, all the words finishing with "nut" drive me nuts (sorry, too stupid!).

In my previous posts I have often made fun of Greedy Canaille, my English Springer Spaniel, who is the fastest eater I've ever met, especially when it comes to treats.

Believe me or not, he has the treats in his bowl, and the next minute, zap, they have simply vanished.

Just the same for me! I open a packet of biscuits, and the next minute, zap, they have vanished, too!

A magician trick? Unfortunately,rather hard to hold on to the illusion!

At least to slow down Canaille's helpings, I've bought a slow feeder.

It looks like a tuft of grass and between each blade I put treats. Then, it's up to him to push them out. Quite efficient, cause now he doesn't confuse "to eat" and "to gulp down".

What's more, I guess that kind of challenging game will turn him into a smart cookie.

OMG! A smart cookie? COOKIE! Here I go again! One more time my sweet tooth is playing tricks on me!

Should I buy a slow feeder for me, too? 

No way! My "palets bretons "  would not fit in it!

I've seen on the Net a kind of kitchen safe (come on, don't laugh!). You put your yummy temptations in it, then set the timer from one minute up to ten days, and the lid won't open till the timer reaches zero.

https://www.amazon.com/Kitchen-Safe-Locking-Container-Height/dp/B00JGFQTD2

What do you think of that? 

Would it curb my cravings, or turn me into a safe-breaker?

Maybe I should give up, cause that's the way the cookie crumbles...

Anyway,all your tips and tricks will be welcome, cause getting rid of my bad snacking habits won't be a piece of cake.

...A piece of cake? Oh heck! Sorry I have to leave you, I can't resist the call of the Yum Yum devil!!

PERFECTION ALWAYS STARTS WITH MISTAKES

Thanks a lot for all your sweet comments and mails about my dogs, but please stop congratulating them and raving about all their silly antics, otherwise they'll get a big head, and then who knows who will rule the roost at home...

Anyway, to show you that nodoggy is perfect, let me tell you a few titbits about my two furry budies.

Jolux was the first dog to paw into my life. That adorable cocker melted my heart immediately, and my expectations of becoming a dog-trainer, as well.

He turned into a real livewire as soon as ...we were away (even for just a quarter).

He could remove a fitted carpet in no time, turn court shoes into sandals, scan the mail slided under the door, and then tear it to pieces to stick to the idiom " No news, good news ".

To crown it all, when growing old he turned badly and became a first-rate counter surfer able to magic away any food left unattended on the counter.

So, when we homed Charlie, a shelter dog, we were somehow ready to face " the dog's awkward age trouble ".

Actually, he never played havoc with our everyday life.

Yet, after going through a lot of rough patches with two previous owners, he had kept his fighting spirit, and it took him a quarter to defeat my Hoover, leaving his so-called opponent wireless before the costly brand-new appliance could celebrate his second week anniversary.

By the time Indy arrived in our place, I was no longer a dog-lover, but a dogaholic, which means ready to be adopted by any dog whatever the silly antics that furry baby would play.

But Indy was as good as gold, and I still miss the halcyon days we spent together.

The only snag was that she accepted to be taken for a walk only by her close relatives (Dearhubby, the children and me ).

When anybody else tried to, she usually followed reluctantly for five minutes, and then, all of a sudden, she laid on her back, paws up, and refused to budge an inch. The poor volunteer dog-walker had to drag her back home(Indy still lying on her back) under the dumbfounded gaze of passers-by.

Jolux, Charlie and Indy passed away long ago, but their silly antics are still stardust memories.

Now, I have to deal with Ulysse and Canaille,my two furry babies, and believe me, writing this post with Ulysse walking his leash all around my desk, and Canaille putting squeaky toys and tennis balls on my lap is not a piece of cake,but ....I love them to the moon and back!!