I have had to confess to myself that the recent lockdown has seen the return of some bad habits that I had previously shaken off.
And I have absolutely no excuse, as my routine has hardly changed.
After not drinking any wine since mid-January, I started to sneak in an occasional bottle again. After all, if the virus is going to get me, what harm can some wine do? Of course, that crept up, until I justified buying three bottles of wine last week, to ‘celebrate Easter’.
That was a pitiful excuse, as I have never celebrated Easter, outside of buying some chocolate eggs for other people.
Then came the sweet biscuits. I had stayed off those for years, and on a shopping trip, I decided to buy some of my old favourites, ‘Fox’s Crunch Creams’. I started by having two, and when I sat and ate seven one night, I realised I had a problem.
Buns seem to be more tempting, since the lockdown kicked in. Why not enjoy a bun, when you have no idea how long you might live? So I started to buy them again. Belgian Buns, Chelsa Buns, Choux Buns full of fresh cream, and even Hot Cross Buns.
One bun a couple of times a week turned into two buns four nights a week.
I know. It has to stop. If I survive this pandemic, I will end up with other problems instead, not least probably having to buy new clothes in a bigger size.
So, next shopping trip, the wine is off the list. So too the Crunch Creams, and the buns.
Well, not Hot Cross Buns just yet. It is Easter, after all.