Living in a box

You know in the movies when someone has a bad breakup and all they wanna do is wallow in self pity, eat cereal out of a box and stay in their pjs for days, and then a friend comes over and tells them its not healthy to keep doing this and that they need to move on and get out of the house?
Well, i feel like im doing the exact same thing except im not getting over a bad breakup..
for the last 5 days ive been in my pjs - cooking, doing the laundry, eating ridiculous amounts of carbs and losing myself in reality tv; specifically The Real Housewives of New York.
Unlike the movies - i dont have anyone who's encouraging me to leave the house, because to be honest there isnt anywhere to go!
My options are

• the mall (most stores are closed between 12 and 4pm)
• the gym (i really do need to sign up - but i feel guilty calling the driver and paying 20 riyals for him to drop me a block away from my house - its still a bit too hot to walk it and i literally would need to cover myself like a ninja if i were to attempt walking alone in the streets of Saudi)
• ikea (but how many carpets and cushions can one buy without looking like a hoarder?

i need to find a hobby or a part time job... lord knows i didnt get a masters degree to keep watching shallow narcissistic housewives bitch about which pinot grigio is better..