On Day 3 we awoke late (again missing the sunrise) to find that our mattress was still pumped up – hurrah! But when we got outside the tent, we realised that we should probably do the washing up – the bucket was getting a bit full. Mat dived straight into it, so I took the opportunity to catch the moment on camera (had to get proof that he does do it sometimes!)
I’m usually pretty good in the morning – my alarm sounds, I turn it off, I get up. But what about those people who just turn it off and go back to sleep (i.e. Mat? my sister Katie – although I don’t know if she even knows what an alarm clocks sounds like, but that may have changed since she had a baby)
Well thanks to those damn fine researchers (not the same ones who researched scratching scratchies unfortunately) they have invented an alarm clock, “Clocky” that sounds once, when you hit the snooze button it rolls away to another part of the room.
My own problem with the clocky? It looks like a furry poo on wheels.
I first woke up at 1am when Mat said “Kel, are we on the ground?” And indeed we were. That’s right – the air mattress had leaked during the night, and we were now on the ground with sand humps forcing us into a state of discomfort. Seeing as the sound of the waves was so damn loud, we had no problem with starting the car and using the electric pump to pump it back up. Went back to sleep.
Woke up again at what I’m assuming was 6am, and was disappointed to see that we had missed the sunrise. It was okay though, we still had 3 days to try and catch it!! Took a photo of the campsite, and then went back to sleep. (how unusual!)
Woke up again, and from this point onwards I lost all track of time. We had a highly nutritional breakfast of more cheese sandwiches, and then lazed around watching the cars go by, and the waves on the beach. We also played witness to some IDIOT (there’s no other word) who tried to tow his mate with a trailer out of the sand. 2 reasons why he’s an idiot.
So as you can see from this picture, they had the tow rope running from the back of the idiot’s truck, under his trailer, under his mates trailer, and finally onto the beack of idiot no. 2′s truck.
Finally, we were ready to go to the township of rainbow beach.
I’m not a big religious person. Never have been, and probably never will. So when we get offered the chance of a long weekend to celebrate religion, I will take the chance to take 2 days off work without a second thought. But rather than engage in the normal “let’s all worship the lord and eat chocolate and get fat!” ritual, I decided to “go camping and eat chcolate and get fat” instead.
Thus, WE WENT CAMPING at Double Point.
Sometimes it can be hard to maintain your focus on losing weight. I’m lucky, because I just can’t be stuffed following the proper Weight Watchers regime. So although I attend the weekly meetings, I’m not calculating my points balance on a daily basis. I just try to go for the healthier option. Weight watchers has already taught me so much about food. It shows in that I’m still losing weight, although I haven’t calculated my points in about 3 weeks? If I don’t know about a food, then I’ll look at the points value, but not add it to my daily total. To lose weight quicker, I probably should, but I’m happy continuing on my own merry path.
I’m a subscriber to a Garfield comic online, so every morning when I get to work, I have an e-mail to show me the latest comic. Today’s one REALLY demonstrates weight loss, thanks to the fat orange cat.
Just thought I’d share that with everyone.
