I've been doing pretty OK sitting at home, though not quite to lockdown levels: three stores in one week is actually very bad. It's not in my Torontonian nature not to stop by a store almost daily to get this and that. But so far I'm eating well and lightly, meaning I weigh less than I did a month ago. And I haven't felt the need for sugary piggery: two squares of dark chocolate a day is dietically indicated, I say. Dark chocolate eases coughs and hell, this is the allergy season even if so far it's all throat clearing and not yet at the strangle-cough stage.
But the problem with a small and empty conveni is that I can look around at the shelves, where in the supermarket I only go to those aisles that have stuff I want, and the bakery and cookie aisles aren't them. Which is why I came away from Stephen's with a box of brownie mix for several weeks down the road when I need a treat, and worse, a package of Oreo mint cookies what I didn't even know existed. And now I must exercise extreme restraint over them, since I'm not certainly exercising anything else.
Also, biking home, I observed 'special constable' cops standing around the street yakking to each other. I assume it's to keep people out of the school yards, but why then were they a block away from the school?
