The last few days will be classified as the big crisis in my book. All different kinds of bad things happened. Thursday afternoon we had a cancellation of a Nina Hagen concert that was the central event in a festival I am working for. Sponsors and media had to be notified, interviews and tv programs had to be cancelled, many many people were unhappy. Then, Thursday night I had a really serious argument with my husband that evolved to a big fight. Friday morning we lost a client. Friday noon, my mom's scan results were not ready yet while they should. Friday evening in a special event we had organised in a theatre, the main vip guests called in to say that they had problems and won't attend. We lost most of the cameras and the photographers cos of that. Saturday we woke up to yet another grey day with lots of rain. I decided to not let the weather affect me and instead get on the treadmill, then inflate the swiss ball and experiment. Well, there was a small hole somewhere in the swiss ball because it never inflated. Saturday afternoon we went to our nephew's 2nd birthday and I caught myself, after seeing all the kids there, to secretly pray that this one day late in my period meant I am pregnant. Sunday morning I woke up at 6am with horrible cramps from getting my period. This morning I woke up and got on the treadmill to stop after 10 minutes because the cramps got yet stronger again.

I am not saying all these to excuse myself for bad eating. Because besides all these, eating had been right on plan. Besides yesterday, that I had horrible craves for sweets and I ended up eating way too many fruits, but this is ok. I am worried about wednesday's weigh in because I am so bloated, that the jeans that needed a belt to stay in place on tuesday barely buttoned up yesterday.

I am just so very tired. I been having crisis over crisis for the last couple of months at work. I been coming home from work almost after 9 pm every day. My mobile is constantly ringing all weekend from several clients who always have something to say. And all I want now is a baby. And the national lottery too, so I won't work anymore...lol

I was dreaming of snakes last night. This can't be good, can it?

The only thing that keeps me sane is eating well. Exercising. Right now, these two things seem to be the only things I have any kind of control over.

Monday the 13 is a national holiday here. Angelos suggested going away for the long weekend. I want to go away so badly, but then, I am afraid to go because food will be a problem and I do not want to have to stress over this. And then, the weather is so bad still, that what if it just rains and rains again?

On a brighter and oh so vain note, I got a very belated birthday present from a filthy rich and yet crazy girlfriend this weekend. An Hermes handbag!

This post is very incoherent, not at all interesting, and makes me sound like a spoilt rat who complains and complains. I just feel this way today. And my mom's scan results are yet to come.