It’s Saturday. Blah. Gross.
Most people look forward to the weekend: two days of freedom from work, time to hang out with family and friends, short road trips, time to devote to favorite hobbies and past times, and other such things that the responsibility of the work week lives little time for.
The freedom that Saturday brings terrifies me. I need the structure of the week to stay on track and refrain from binging/purging. It doesn’t help that G works on Saturdays, so not am I only facing unstructured time, I’m also facing that unstructured time alone. In the past this has translated to a day of sleeping in, binging/purging, going back to bed, binging/purging, going back to bed…. and on and on and on….
David Sedaris moved to from Paris to Tokyo for six months to help kick his cigarette habit. Not only do I have no desire to move to Japan, I lack both the resources and language skills to do so. Harrisonburg has become my Tokyo. (This is probably the first and only time in human history that these cities will be used in the same sentence.)
I started the day off on the wrong foot. G woke me up when he left for work and told me get my butt out of bed, take a shower, and head over the mountain to the ‘Burg. After he left, I promptly got overwhelmed at the idea of getting out of bed, rolled over, and went back to sleep. He called me about two hours later to see how I was doing. Needless to say he was less than trilled to discover I was in the same place where he had left me.
He came home, dragged me out of bed, put me in the shower, and stuck around until I was dressed and ready to go. He walked me to my car and told me to get going and to stay in Harrisonburg until he’d be home from work around dinner time. Sometimes I don’t know whether to kiss that man or slap him.
I’m writing this from Carrier Library at JMU. I hung out at Panera’s reading the Daily News Record (which Dr. A, my freshman year history Prof deemed only good for training puppies and wrapping fish) and eating half of a veggie sandwich. I’m proud to say I managed this feat in a little under an hour. I’m not sure how I’ll spend the rest of my time here in the “city” but I am determined to refrain from eating disordered activities while I’m over here. What’s the point in spending $15 in gas to drive to the Valley and then engage in destructive behaviors I could have done just as easily at home?
