I wake up at 5:30 sharp, nearly knocking over the old glass
of water sitting on my bedside table in my haste to carpe diem, etc. The sun has not yet risen to chase the gloom of
night from the corners of my little room. As I dress, I am filled with the weird
energy that comes from being awake while it is still dark outside. Morning
people will understand.
Breakfast is a leisurely affair, as I woke up earlier than
necessary to allow myself time to linger. I choose the last solitary apple from
its hiding place behind the avocados and pair it with peanut butter—an
indulgence, since I typically embark on a peanut butter spree if I allow myself
a taste. This morning, however, I am confidant that I will be able to have my
cake and eat it too. I pour coconut milk—sweetened!—into my coffee with a rush
of wild abandon.
It’s Monday, February
25th, the beginning of National Eating Disorders Awareness Week.
