Yippee its the end of another week training and I am sooooo glad! Training is long and hard and full on. There is not one minute of the day that isnt accounted for and its driving me nuts trying to get use to the regimentedness of it (if there is such a word). I spent Monday and Tues at the work place and that was great. Its nice to finally put places and procedures into place cos until now I couldn't figure out what most senior officers were even talking about. I have come down with the heaviest of head colds which is a bummer as the academy where i am training is an old prison and I swear its about 10 degrees colder than anywhere else. I think it would be warmer standing in a puddle of cold water outside than wrapped up and inside the building. My weight is heading up a wee bit due to the fact I can eat copious amounts more than I could before I got the chicken stuck. I am feeling quite desperate about it and am wanting to desperately get a fill but cant get in for two more weeks. I can eat a whole bread roll (filled) now and dessert. Not liking this at all. Its a very low feeling and psychologically all these thoughts go through my mind like 'look how fat I have gotton' and my pants wont fit me anymore even though its only about 3kg I have gained.
The other thing that happened this week is that I put my sweet (really lovely) little canaries outside in the sun on Wed and yesterday I remembered them. That means that they were in the night temp of 4degrees and they were both lying on the cage floor with there little feet up in the air! How bad am I? Oh my gosh. I feel sick that I forgot about them and they had this antarctic type death. I wondered if I could warm them up and they might defrost a bit and spring back into life but nope that didn't work (I put the cage in the laundry with the dryer going) so they were buried. I asked the Senior Officer if I could fly the flag at half mast but he wasn't impressed! Well I am off to have a glass of Dolcetto Syrah. Blog ya soon xx

I have just been talking to my sister and she said she wanted me to update so here it is. I am back in training this week and will be for the next 11 weeks. The training is paramilitary meaning it parallels with with military and this is where I come a little unstuck. I do understand that the job needs to be very disciplined but and for me it is a big but I have never been able to get into that who military training thing and have often thought they are sort of ......................tosserish! Not that there is anything wrong with someone choosing that career its just I never would. So on the first day when Sargent says we will 'muster' I didn't have a bloody clue what they were talking about. I quickly realised it was to line up but when he bellowed at me to 'not dare be holding my cup of coffee' I spluttered through gritted teeth 'are you talking to me?' Then when he said 'Miss, don't you ever stand with your hands in your pockets' I found it very difficult to hide my disdain and not giggle 'how bout you go get a life'! I have gotten better and I haven't had many more growlings but that's mainly cos I have decided to hang at the back rather than the front of the muster. Today we disarmed a bomb only we blew up so that wasn't much good. Don't be too alarmed as it was a team building exercise so even though I blew up the team I at least don't have to really try and disarm a bomb lol. We have to iron our uniform with such precision that its starting to scare me as ironing is most definitely not a strong point with me. I have been too scared to sit down in case I get bellowed at for the creases on my arse. Today I had to keep going to the loo and I was convinced that Sargent was gonna yell at me for the time spent out of the classroom so I had it all planned that I was going to ask him if he had any tips on changing a tampon fast as I couldn't get my time under 5 minutes but luckily he didn't ask as I might just have gotten fired! I am really enjoying the course and am trying hard to conform but it is a challenge. Well I am off to bed as one thing for sure is that if I dont get a good nights sleep I just about go mental trying to stay awake and I do believe that Sarg is gonna be really pissed at me if I start snoring. Check out the uniform xx

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Well it feels like ages since I last posted when really it hasn't been but it still feels like it. I have had a very eventful week and am very glad its Friday! I got through the events of last weekend OK and on Tuesday I rang my surgeons office and begged BEGGED for an appt to see someone that day as I was starting my job in the Prisons on the Wed. They said they would see me and I rushed in there rejoicing at the thought of getting my 4mils back. I saw the Dr and she weighed me which showed me at 95kg which isn't nearly as bad as I` thought it might have been as mum really did do some pretty yummy cooking while she was here. Anyway, the Dr said she rang my surgeon when she heard I was coming in and he said I could only have 2mils back which has turned out to be not nearly enough as I can eat way too much. Its still a bit of restriction and she said I can have the rest back in two weeks so I'm ok with that. Wed I started my new job and I am thrilled with the great bunch of people I am working with. I thought they might have a few boofy head type personalities there but nope they are all great and I think may even turn out to be life long friends. The training has been really interesting except the legislation jargon but apart from that its been interesting and I have loved it. Still a bit scary though! I had to re do my fitness test today and was relieved when I passed it especially since I haven't exercised for about 7 weeks apart from the very very very occasional run or treadmill. I got my uniform a couple of days ago so that was exciting but I haven't worn it yet. I will sign off now and will post again in the middle of next week. xx Dianne