Don't Mean To Be Rude, but...

A lot of you know about my slight interest in losing a pant size or 2. 'Slight interest' is the term I use because I'm not a) actively seeking, b) working out or c) on some kind of restrictive diet. My philosophy on this journey of mine is that I am paying better attention to what I eat and when. For the most part I'm having a Kirkland weight loss pre-made-in-a-can chocolate drink (like Slim-Fast) for breakfast (instead of my 3 servings-size cereal in milk; granted it's Kashi Go Lean but still) and usually for lunch too. If I'm running out the door and it's mealtime, I'll grab a can to take the edge off so I'm not chowing down through the drive-thru. I have a problem with forgetting to eat. I know a lot of you will roll your eyes over that comment but I just get past the point and get the shakes. Not the hippy-hippy-shakes kind either. I'm trying to eat more fruits & veggies but during the off-season they're not as appealing as summertime. Less and less will I chose fried foods, but I still eat them when they're available (like the fried cauliflower at Lon's Cookin' Shack in Provo or the fried appetizer cone at The Pine restaurant up near SLC). I don't believe in denying myself the simple pleasure of food. I DO believe that moderation is the key; you won't see me at Lon's every week. Wendy's is our fast-food of choice where I'll get the grilled chicken burger with fries and a Sprite or rootbeer. I figure the chicken is better for me than the beef and bacon (which I'll get from time to time), the fries I just can't resist (but I don't supersize) and the non-caffeinated beverages work better with my body. You will NOT find me at McDonald's unless it's to get breakfast (that McGriddle is disgustingly yummy). I've gone back and forth between caffeine and not for years - even before I joined my church. Back in the day of hotelier work when I had free access to the soda machine I was ADDICTED to my giant thermal mug of Pepsi. Then I heard some report about how it's addictive (this was back in, oh, 1992ish) so I changed my habit to milk (had free access to the milk too). Well, that little change ended up being HUGE and I was having KILLER headaches (close to migraine as you could get), the shakes and felt sluggish ALL THE TIME. It was obvious that caffeinated drinks had a powerful hold on how my body operated. It took me a good month to get over that episode (was pretty darned cranky) and since then I've gotten back on and off the wagon but never really re-instated the severity. Just recently I had been having about 1 caffeinated pop per day and noticed I wasn't sleeping through the night and if I woke up to noise or needing to potty (the word we use with the kids but I usually say 'I gotta pee') I'd be up for a good couple hours before hitting the pillow hard - then the next day was zombie like. So I stopped pop again recently (switched to Sprite and rootbeer) and have been sleeping harder, through the night, can get back to sleep if I wake up and feel rested in the morning. Alright, off the caffeine soapbox. Onto the main reason I started this story. So here I am slowly reducing my pant size (depending on stretch I have dropped 2 sizes) just by adopting the idea of watching what I eat, reducing my calorie intake (I don't count, I just average but my downfall is portions - I love to keep eating) and paying attention to WHEN I eat (I try not to eat after 7pm). If I worked out I bet it'd be even better but that's a whole 'nother story. Anyway... yesterday I had a photo shoot at 4pm then meeting for carpool to our photographer get-together at 5:45pm. I ran out of the house with everything I needed (including the dry cleaning - the coat from catching the horse and the duvet cover from the dog getting sick, that was grosser than gross) EXCEPT a belt to hold my pants up. One of my pet peeves (I have several, so here's just one) is having to see people's butt-cracks or underwear because they can't keep their pants up without having to hoist them every few minutes. Get a friggin' belt, I say! Well, I forgot mine and was in a pickle. Didn't have time (or gas waste) to run back home and get one of the 7 or so belts I own so I called my dear, sweet friend that lived in the vicinity and about the same size as me. The belt was waiting there when I arrived and I started putting it on. It's a GOOD belt; brown leather with a strong normal-looking buckle (no frou-frou). Well, I get to the smallest hole and realize that in order for it to work properly (keep my butt-crack hidden) it needed to be a smidgen smaller. Ooh, how am I gonna ask for a smaller belt? "Um, (insert name here), I don't mean to be rude or anything but do you happen to have a smaller belt?" Yeah, no matter how you say it, it still stings. I tried to emphasize that I only needed one more hole smaller, so it wasn't a lot but then she pointed out that she's 2 or 3 holes from the smallest. I also reminded her that she just had a baby and has been doing great with her Weight Watchers program (she's really good about following it, it's hard for me to commit to). Her hubby ended up poking a hole in the belt and saving the world from my crack. She hardly ever reads my blog (because she's hardly ever on the computer) but if she does, or you figure out who I'm talking about, then just know this... I LOVE her and she's WONDERFUL and MARVELOUS and I like her just the way she is. Oh, and I don't mean to toot my own horn at her expense; that's why I'm not mentioning names or posting a picture of her backside (that was her request). Q: What do you do when you want to share an accomplishment that might hurt the feelings of others? For example... announcing a pregnancy when you have family that struggles to conceive, tell everyone about a promotion when friends can't find a job, share the happy news of your children's success when another parent is having trouble with theirs, etc.?