Posted by: Scribble | 06/04/2008

Cruel April

“April is the cruellest month,

breeding Lilacs out of the dead land,

mixing memory and desire,

stirring dull roots with Spring rain….”

And then it snows.

Somehow it’s always a surprise when it snows in April, though it is such a mixed month. We glimpse summer to come, bask in early warm sun which brings us outside after the gloom of winter and then just as we feel we have shrugged off the cold back it comes with a vengeange. Winter is not yet willing to let go.

How cruel is April? In March I saw butterflies out far too early though it was a hot day and my chickens hatched chicks too prematurely to survive. A few days ago, a Mallard brought her newly born ducklings out to our pond, but they too have disappeared and I fear they have perished in the cold. New delicate buds are frozen in a harsh frost and the newly arrived spring birds find frozen water in the bird baths. Bumble Bees have been out already though there cannot be much to entice them yet. Their low hum is music to the ears and a promise of Summer to come. Mice have popped out of their underground nests, tempted out by a teasing sun, to forage hopefuly for food, but they too have frozen before finding their way home. Only the Wood Pecker seems immune to April’s wiles: the constant noise of his pecking against the old Oak tree, calling for a mate, can be heard from early morning till dusk.

“Oh to be in England now that Aprils there”.

I sat very neatly as if fitting myself into an area the size of a stamp and fixed her with an unwavering stare. Annoyingly she did not notice me so I quietly inched a little closer, until my cold damp nose was mere millimetres away from her hand. She was busily writing our blog again, her fingers flying across the keys, a slight frown on her face and I might just as well have been a million miles away.

I was considering making one of my low throaty growls I normally use preceeding a full loud bark that always her gets her attention and which she usually tries to prevent; when I slipped slightly along the carpet and she looked up crossly at me as the slimy tip of my nose made contact with her hand at last. ‘Urgh Yuk’ she exclaimed in disgust and I dipped my head a little to show I hadn’t actually meant to be so disgusting. I hadn’t intended to annoy, far from it, I was just trying to gently remind her that it was high time we went off for our walk.

After wiping the offending wetness on her jeans she turned back to her writing telling me at the same time that she wouldn’t be long, she was just coming, though I’d heard that before. Knowing I was in for a wait but impatient to be off, I leapt onto the sofa and positioned myself practically in her lap. I tucked my chilly nose comfortably under her arm nudging her a bit for good measure. I shifted a few more times pretending i wasn’t quite comfortable and making it difficult for her to continue what she was doing. She tried to push me off but I was having none of that and I stuck firm. It was just a matter of nerves now. I knew she’d give in before too long and sure enough, with a resigned sigh she turned her attention to me at last.

I looked lovingly into her cool blue eyes; she was going to take me out, oh the excitement! I could hardly contain myself. I leapt off the sofa as she went to get her coat on and the little hat she always wears exclusively for our outings as she says it looks frightful though I think it rather chic with more than a touch of the Francais about it. She checked herself in the mirror while I impatiently danced around her legs and she laughed at me for being so foolish but I didn’t care.

‘Come on’! I whined as she followed me out of the door and we were at last heading off down the lane. My excitement was infectious and i heard a giggle escape her, whisked away on the wind as she watched me race away. ‘Don’t go too far’ I heard her warn but I was off down our old familiar route, full of energy and impatience. I tore off to a favourite spot somewhere in the distance and pulled up sharply as a smell caught my attention. Hare! if i wasn’t mistaken, it had long gone but it’s scent still remained. I loved to chase Hares, the fastest animal in the fields. It is good exercise for me to chase them as they dart around, changing direction all the time. I pride myself on being able to keep up, though of course this has got a little difficult lately as I am what you might say, a little rotund at a present. Mum says she and I need to go on a diet, in fact we appear to have done so already as it didn’t escape my notice that my bowl had considerably less food in it this morning. I pondered this turn of events and though none too happy, felt that perhaps I do need trimming down a little.

Mum seemed to think it was boring to go the same way each day but not me. Oh no, I liked to check on events on a daily basis, make sure all was well with my world. To Mum, things seemed much of a muchness but not so to me. My finely tuned nose could smell exactly who and what had passed by during the busy night time. For me, when I entered my playground each day, I could ‘see’ that rabbits had been out and about and the hares had been bounding through the fields. I knew that the owl had swooped and grabbed the mouse effortlessly on the wing. I noted that a tiny animal had had a feast of nuts, carelessly discarding the shells in an untidy fashion. Oh yes, I knew it all.

The sun briefly came out and I felt it warm my fur and then all too soon it was time to go home. Oh well, until tomorrow – it’s a dogs life!

Posted by: Scribble | 12/03/2008

Diet Diaries

Today I want to introduce you to my Whippet, Skinny. Obviously not her real name, Skinnyher non de plume de chien and I are to embark on a restrictive eating plan today; otherwise known as a DIET. I am plain fat and she is what you might term well coverd so action must be taken to remedy this depressing fact. Skinny is ten months old and similar in colour to a Palomino horse with a darkish streak running the length of her back right to the end of her tail. She has gorgeous blue/gray eyes set in a dark gray face. Unfortunately at present, the phrase ‘Whippet thin’ does not spring to mind and she is rightly cross that I have not paid enough attention to her diet and exercise and consequently she now has to join me in the unenviable task of ridding herself of this excess poundage.

Skinny will from time to time be posting on this blog, if I let her get a word in edgeways.

I am making a promise today to her and myself which is that this shall be our final ‘diet’ EVER! (Her first and last of course). Yes, I have embarked on quite a few in recent years and it has to stop. I will never DIET again after this one. I hasten to add, I am not one those people who yo yo diet and try every new faddy one that comes into the general public awareness. I don’t do those celeb diets in fact I almost always do the same one and it is quite simple – I eat less, a lot less.

Much is written and discussed about diets and indeed there are a whole load of experts and ‘lifestyle’ people at the ready to impart words of wisdom on the subject. With child obesity on the increase and many of us leading more sedantry lives it is an ongoing topical subject and let’s face it, a real money maker. If you can convince people that you have the answer to their weight problems, either by selling miracle pills that purport to stop fat accumulating (fat blockers) or just selling people a way of eating which they could quite easily have worked out for themselves, you really are on to a good thing.

To me it is simple – eat less, exercise more, burn fat off, weigh less. And that’s it in a nutshell. I know there are people who say they don;t know about eating healthily but I don’t beleive it. There is so much information out there and virtually everything you buy has nutritional information on the packet, even if it is sometimes hard to understand. Who can really still say that they don’t know that you need to eat fruit, veg, protein (meat/cheese/dairy) and carbs (bread/pasta/rice/grains) in reasonable quantities? Who can say they don’t realise that chocolate, sweets, biscuits, unrefined carbs etc are best kept very limited? Who doesn’t know that if they don’t exercise they won’t keep up a reasonable level of fitness and burn calories?

I think exercise is more important than what you eat in some ways. A couple of years ago I was looking forward to going on a trip of a lifetime. To celebrate 50 years of marriage, my parents were taking the whole family on a cruise through the Norwegian fjiords and coastline. Being fat then too, I wasted no time in planning for the event and started a very strict diet. I had recently read that a well known man who was a larger than life character had decided to lose weight and went on a diet of 200 calories a day. In case you don’t know, the usual amount for an average man is around 2500 – 3000 calories a day. He decided he wasn’t going to pussy foot around losing a couple of pounds a week and didn’t want to spend ages losing it and so he put himself on this highly restricted diet to see if it was possible to do it. And it was. He didn’t fall down and die or suffer any real health problems. On the contrary, he lost a whacking three or so stone in about the same amount of months.

I recognised him as my sort of fellow and decided to do something similar. I didn’t go for 200 calories as I didn’t have as much to lose as him but I did limit myself to about 400/day and it was fantastic! In the first week I lost 7lbs, about a quarter of what I wanted to lose. I was so thrilled at this dramatic success that I went on to lose a total of 24lbs well within the time limit I needed before we left for Norway.

On a cruise there is not a lot to do other than admire the ever changing scenery and on this cruise it was superb – and eat. There are copious amounts of mouth watering foods on these ships. It is part of the reason for going really. Eating, sleeping, eating some more and then the same the next day. We had a buffet breakfast and lunch meaning you could go and have any number and quantity of different things and then there was a set meal in the evenings. Having lost a good amount of weight before we went away I was a bit anxious not to put it on again but the thing is I didn;t! Inspite of eating three meals a day and plenty of it, I actually lost a further 3lbs! The rest of the family pretty much put on a few pounds each as would be expected but not me. And the reason was that I almost never sat down the whole time we were aboard ship.

Each day I walked round and round the deck, I walked up and down the many stairs cases between decks and was constantly on my feet. The only times I really sat down were at meal times. I didn’t do this on purpose, I just found it hard to settle down. I thought I would get into a good book and had brought a few for the purpose, imagining the luxury of being almost forced to sit and read. But whether it was the constantly changing view or movement of the ship that kept me on my feet, I don’t know but I was nevertheless pleased to come home lighter than I went!

So exercise is the key without doubt!! And talking of which Skinny is badgering me to take her out for a walk!

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