Losing Weight And Dr Oz Part Four
Without Prejudice
The lovely fit young girl I shared a room with was sweet, friendly and could sleep for Australia. In the middle of my sleepless first night I wanted to murder her. She snored lightly, obviously in untroubled dream land and here was me, twisting sheets and pillows into knots. I wanted to turn on the lamp, to read but didn't want to disturb her.
We had been warned we would get a gong sound at 5am and a knock on the door, if we desired to go to early morning Tai Chi. I was wide awake when the knock came, head throbbing in caffeine withdrawal. I wanted to sob out,
" Come help me " but didn't. My room mate leapt up ready for divination and I can remember thinking,
" Fitness Junkie "
I lay there in agony until I finally grew sick of myself and struggled up for breakfast. Miss Piggy wanted her only solace. food. At breakfast which was delicious another lazy member promised me some pain relief. I hadn't brought any trying to be insufferably virtuous. Next time I would taper my caffeine intake before going to Camp Eden. That, and a small jar of coffee. Caffeine withdrawal headaches are vicious.
David had warned me that everyone gets a withdrawal headache, not necessarily from caffeine either. Just from the outside world. He had said that it usually occurred on day three and people cried and wailed. Mine occurred within hours of entering but that was mainly due to David feeding me small expressos from his new fangled coffee machine that cost him two and a half thousand dollars !
He is still a brother, even after all these years. They just have to get at their Sisters no matter what the age.
So by day two after a bucket load of pain relief my headache lifted and I walked up Killer hill without wanting to empty my healthy delicious lunch all over the virgin green slopes. I still avoided the others who could manage the more difficult macadam road route. But out of the corner of my eye I saw a 70 year old woman with a bung knee and stick walking the more difficult route and I felt ashamed. I decided I would at least try it the next day.
Day three dawned with a challenge. The flying fox from a platform in the rain forest. After breakfast I had decided to join the rest. Headache gone and feeling so much better I was first there. I watched as they all came down the darkened rainy track. Some were crying. Withdrawal had landed right on day three as David had said it would. I felt smug in my un headache world.
Everyone was glum except for me and the 70 year old lady. She had been there a week already and her withdrawal was well over. We sat on a wooden platform high in the rain forest, cables ran to the ground platform, a good two hundred feet away through the swirling must and rain. A young man was handing out forms that had to be signed. Liability forms that absolved Camp Eden of any blame if we should be unlucky enough to injure ourselves on the Flying Fox.
It was, we were told, the longest run in the Southern Hemisphere. The general consensus was dark and gloomy. Unrelieved stress and unhappiness. For some insane reason, I decided to wake things up a bit and start beating a tattoo on the wooden bench in front of me. Slap slap clap, slap slap clap.
And started to sing,
The lovely fit young girl I shared a room with was sweet, friendly and could sleep for Australia. In the middle of my sleepless first night I wanted to murder her. She snored lightly, obviously in untroubled dream land and here was me, twisting sheets and pillows into knots. I wanted to turn on the lamp, to read but didn't want to disturb her.
We had been warned we would get a gong sound at 5am and a knock on the door, if we desired to go to early morning Tai Chi. I was wide awake when the knock came, head throbbing in caffeine withdrawal. I wanted to sob out,
" Come help me " but didn't. My room mate leapt up ready for divination and I can remember thinking,
" Fitness Junkie "
I lay there in agony until I finally grew sick of myself and struggled up for breakfast. Miss Piggy wanted her only solace. food. At breakfast which was delicious another lazy member promised me some pain relief. I hadn't brought any trying to be insufferably virtuous. Next time I would taper my caffeine intake before going to Camp Eden. That, and a small jar of coffee. Caffeine withdrawal headaches are vicious.
David had warned me that everyone gets a withdrawal headache, not necessarily from caffeine either. Just from the outside world. He had said that it usually occurred on day three and people cried and wailed. Mine occurred within hours of entering but that was mainly due to David feeding me small expressos from his new fangled coffee machine that cost him two and a half thousand dollars !
He is still a brother, even after all these years. They just have to get at their Sisters no matter what the age.
So by day two after a bucket load of pain relief my headache lifted and I walked up Killer hill without wanting to empty my healthy delicious lunch all over the virgin green slopes. I still avoided the others who could manage the more difficult macadam road route. But out of the corner of my eye I saw a 70 year old woman with a bung knee and stick walking the more difficult route and I felt ashamed. I decided I would at least try it the next day.
Day three dawned with a challenge. The flying fox from a platform in the rain forest. After breakfast I had decided to join the rest. Headache gone and feeling so much better I was first there. I watched as they all came down the darkened rainy track. Some were crying. Withdrawal had landed right on day three as David had said it would. I felt smug in my un headache world.
Everyone was glum except for me and the 70 year old lady. She had been there a week already and her withdrawal was well over. We sat on a wooden platform high in the rain forest, cables ran to the ground platform, a good two hundred feet away through the swirling must and rain. A young man was handing out forms that had to be signed. Liability forms that absolved Camp Eden of any blame if we should be unlucky enough to injure ourselves on the Flying Fox.
It was, we were told, the longest run in the Southern Hemisphere. The general consensus was dark and gloomy. Unrelieved stress and unhappiness. For some insane reason, I decided to wake things up a bit and start beating a tattoo on the wooden bench in front of me. Slap slap clap, slap slap clap.
And started to sing,
Buddy you're a boy make a big noise
Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day
You got mud on yo' face
You big disgrace
Kickin' your can all over the place
Singin'
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
Buddy you're a young man hard man
Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day
You got blood on yo' face
You big disgrace
Wavin' your banner all over the place
We will we will rock you
(Sing it!)
We will we will rock you
Buddy you're an old man poor man
Pleadin' with your eyes gonna make you some peace some day
You got mud on your face
Big disgrace
Somebody better put you back into your place
We will we will rock you
(Sing it!)
We will we will rock you
(Everybody)
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
(Alright)
The others joined in and there high in the mist of the cold rain forest we sang together a message of bravery, enlightenment and hope. We would do it and we would survive no matter how we were feeling. That said, one man sillier than the rest of us wrenched his shoulder, showing off, and had to be sent home. C'est La Vie .
