The pants dance

I like to lie to myself sometimes. This year, the lie was that I would like to spend my free time doing something constructive. So what did I do? Volunteered myself for some project for one of the student-based organizations at my uni. I have regretted this decision almost from the moment I made it. Unfortunately, I am quite lazy. Especially when I'm on holiday, and it doesnt help that the organization's headquarters is a million kilometres from my bus stop. I guess its a good lie to tell myself 'cause I have to keep hauling my lazy ass out of the house to do something constructive, but its so annoying. True, if I accepted that I am a lazy person and embraced it, I would be a fat and useless (but still awesome) person buuuut...its tempting :) Anyway,maybe if I keep pretending I'm not lazy, the hardworkingness (not a real word) will grow on me and I'll be those over-achieving people we all look up to and hate a little bit at the same time for making us look bad. I honestly don't know how I became lazy. As a child I WAS the ambitious type. A million sports, music, academics...blablabla...I was a pretty amazing child. I love baby-me. I think if baby-me could see me now she'd be a bit ticked off that all her hard work has gone to waste but whatever. What does she know. She's just a kid. I hope when I have kids they're like me until I turned 18. Then they should be like other more polite and well-mannered people :)
On a positive note, I have lost weight! YAY! Its like 1 kg and impossible to notice but considering that I have not managed to lose even one gram since high school I am celebrating with cake...'cause...you know...I can lose the weight I'll gain from eating it :). The thing I like about weight loss is I can fit into this pair of jeans that I like without doing what I call 'the pants dance'. I doubt that guys know what this dance is but ladies who are not particularly thin know what I'm talking about. That thing you have to do when trying to get into a pair of pants that fit you last week but are suddenly tighter. You tell yourself that its not you, its the pants and commence the pants dance which may involve some jumping, wiggling and writhing on your bed. Sometimes the pants dance does not work and you have to start thinking...maybe its not the pants o.O