In the last chapter, I left my reader with the impression that I was gradually becoming enamored with the prospects of becoming an enlightened shopper/consumer who has finally grasped the importance of participating in the weekly shopping for groceries. Much of what I described may be viewed by some as naivete or, even worse, a short-lived fantasy born out of a need to finally discover what had largely been denied me over the years. Simply untrue because everything I have done to date is from the purest of motives: I want to be both an equal shopping partner in this marriage while seeking to be better informed about what I buy. Since my retirement, I have discovered that I have certain health issues that need addressing which can only be done through making better food choices. But before that happened, something else had to kick in: the great urge to survey the ‘field’ as to what was available to newfound urbanites. I remember in those first few months of the rest of my life just wandering through food markets in the city and marvelling at what was available for the discerning palate: every imaginable variety of choy, pear, squash, tomato, potato, garlic, onion, apples, coffee, cabbage, meat, fish, peppers, fresh herbs, grain, oranges, carrots, just for starters. What a hopper of freshness available to those who want to live healthy. Compound this availability with the fact that my wife and I arrived at a critical point when the city was entering boom times. It was starting to grow demographically, economically and geographically in ways never envisage by city planners of earlier times. A housing boom in the west side, a gentrification of the downtown, the introduction of new shopping malls, and the construction of new amenities all spoke to a rising expectation that living here was desirable for all age-groups and walks of life. What better place to settle in and become a happy shopper, whose only challenge was to wake up each morning and find, with the help of Google, somewhere new to shop, eat, and be part of a vibrant humanity. In those halcyon times, I could not imagine living in the city and not wanting to be out and about. A walk through Costco, browsing my favorite bookstore, sizing up a cut of meat at my favorite butcher, or sipping on a latte at my favourite coffee shop in the heart of the city made me part of that fraternity of knowledgeable shoppers who think they have found the best places to dispose of their hard-earned money. The experiences I share in this book indicate otherwise. I was living out some fantasy that amounted to a kid being given the keys to a candy store. Healthy and unhealthy food, durable and perishable goods, books, technology, magazines, clothing, household items, furniture, and travel, were all there, in many cases, under one roof. Becoming an effective shopper who could stay in the game without going broke, developing terminal fatigue, or becoming cynical, I had to develop a plan that both fitted my temperament and prevailing conditions. Living and shopping in a city the size of Greater Victoria does not always jibe well, given  traffic patterns, distances, and parking. Accompanying my wife into the brand new world of post-modern consumerism in 2011, certain big forces were beginning to conspire to make  my life more complex, and challenging. I would move from a desire to continue downsizing in order to reduce to slowly acquiring more to enlarge my understanding of life. New books, new gadgets, new food, new programs, new ideas, and new relationships all brought about a transformed individual who gradually moved from being more prosaic to becoming better informed, if reading Wired, GQ, Consumer Report, NYTimes Reviews, West Coast, Atlantic, Douglas, listening to On Point, and watching various Food Channel shows on the virtues of home cooking counted for anything. I needed to tell myself that I was becoming more aware of what I could acquire that was potentially nurturing, I was still anxious about my weight, time management, and interpersonal relations with friends and family. My weight was climbing, my search for new pursuits on the rise, and my desire to finish what I had started becoming more frustrating, all literally fed by an increasing urge to eat.