Enjoying The Routine (help me not to blaspheme)

Finally, I'm officially unemployed. I just ended my contract with my former employer. And yes! I enjoy my freedom. After three years of devoting my life to them rich kids and rich bosses, I finally freed myself from all the pressures I was feeling. For two years, it seems like I was put back in a virginal female organ and I was struggling to go out because of the muscles that were grinding me and I was longing to breathe the other kind of air rather than that of inside. So finally, I was reborn and freed myself from those contractions that painfully presses me. Now, after all those trying hard imagery you've read and now that I'm free, my life is becoming routinous.
My day starts by waking up at 9 in the morning on our sala floor, roam around the house, open my cellphone, and sit in front of the dining table making myself fatter and even fatter. Later, I would proceed to our bakery (taking a bath would come later), help sell those bread that I never got tired of eating and sit there the whole time until I would decide to take a bath. Then I would go back to our living room again and wait for somebody in the house to put on the TV or the computer (I would not touch them ahead of others or else I"ll be scolded) but no, I am not sitting inside the living room but on one of the chairs lining up in our porch where we position the TV through the door so that my sister who is in-charge of the bakeshop could also watch. It would stay there the whole day unless we put off the TV (usually after that afternoon GMA soap operas) and I will stay with the TV too, if not in front of the computer surfing the net. That would be all I'm doing the whole time the TV is on except maybe sometimes if there are customers buying and I'm the one left alone in the bakeshop. At the end of the day you would see me sitting in our wooden sofa still watching TV, with a dinner break until I will sleep while chatting on my phone.
Those enumerations happen to me everyday! And it started almost two months ago, except maybe for special occasions and when I visit the city and on Sundays where I get lazier but holier as well. But even with these routine I still enjoy it because as what I said I'm finally free and I would rather choose this situation than having experience to drag yourself in the morning, report to the place filled with people who gives you all the headaches and heartaches and go home feeling despair, disappointed and hurt though different things may happen everyday and different people would scrutinize your body and soul. Agree? So if you feel like your life is a routine, try to find ways to make it look good. Find reasons to say that you enjoy those repetitions in your daily life. You'll find glory in it. Promise. I am testifying. And I'm a clear witness of these things happening.