On notch 3, the pants are loose and fally.
On notch 4, I feel constricted and a little gassy.
It really sucks.
Make a new one in the middle.
Problem solved.
Your belt has killed four men?
Five. . .if you keep up that smart talk, smarty!
So, don’t wear a belt. I don’t get the point of belts, anyway. Assuming your pants fit right, it’s not like they’re going to fall down.
Belts are necessary for those of us who have no hips and no ass. Staples really aren’t an option. 
I have a Tandy leather punch that works wonders in “adjusting” the fit of a belt.
I actually have a wicked sweet ass, but I don’t like where my pants sit if I don’t wear a belt.
I also like wearing a belt. My belt is wide and the buckle is heavy. I could beat down a sucka fool with it. . .if I had to.
Don’t make me have to.
Pants are for losers.
True, but kilts and windchill are a bad combination.
I saw this thread on the SDMB front page, but the title was truncated. I wanted very badly to read :I’m between notches on my bedpost," but you disappointed me, Trunk.
–Cliffy
My ex is a round fella. I kept urging him to get snaps surgically installed all around (and wasn’t it rumored that Andy Warhol had a similar attaching device implanted to hold on his hair?), but he never saw the potential in this idea…he opted for the much more utilitiarian (but often snazzy) suspender solution.
Trunk, I have some ideas but when I post in the pit, I really want to bitch and not get endless solutions no matter how helpful they are, so, hear hear! Belts that don’t fit right are a PITA.
What sucks is when the day comes that you need another belt hole beyond the gulp last one it came with. Invariably this leaves the portion you tuck into the little loop just a hair too short and sometime during the day it’ll pop out without you knowing it, looking for all the world like a large brown skin tag.
I think Jethro and his tied off rope were the most practical on the subject.
I hate that – it happened to me all the time. sigh
When they quit making jeans that sit at a normal height on people (but then, the last time I bought jeans was when 501’s were selling like they were coated in high quality crack), I had to break down and buy a belt in the interests of not exposing illicit quantities of flesh. (Lil’ Miss Spears, I’m LOOKING at you!)
The kind with two prongs (tongues?) and metal grommets all the way around – and also a hair too short to avoid the skin tag issue.
So I wound up yanking the belt to the side just far enough so that I don’t get that happening to me. It only takes an inch or two, and so far, the fashion police haven’t grabbed me and accused me of being lopsided. Yay me.
Cite?