Forward movement! And some backward.

Erm, just one more? So, I know I mentioned all kinds of stuff in an earlier post about trying to lose weight, and why, and my existing issues, and some of the issues it's raising that I didn't notice. Anyway, I am actually making remarkably good progress. A little bit of forward-then-back motion, but overall, not too much of it. I am somewhat less regular about the exercise--my two early mornings each week make me disinclined to get up early enough to exercise, even with the time change. Actually, it's not that I'm less regular, just, um, less daily. There have been some really cool moments--fitting into jeans I haven't been able to wear in... over a year--and some less than cool ones--where I had a melt-down over a cookie. The WeightWatchers thing is working for me, for the most part. I like the part where it's a budget, rather than an absolute list of do-not-eats. I occasionally get bogged down by the irritation of recording every... little... thing. There was a week where I pretty much just ignored it--which coincided with a visit from an out-of-state friend, and a lot of eating out and no exercising (because the elliptical had to be stored to make room for the air-mattress). I had just lost a total of 19 pounds by the week before, and gained 5 back that week. Horrifically frustrating to step on the scale, but, also the week made me realize I'd been getting a little crazy with the points thing. So, periodically, I'm going to take a week where I completely disregard tracking what I eat, to keep me from the crazy-making. It will not, however, coincide with out-of-town visitors again, because that combination was REALLY discouraging. Anyway, this is to remind myself that I'm making progress.

Starting my own business???

So... seems like I write here in fits and starts. Nothing, nothing, nothing, then several posts all at once. There's another post rattling around in my brain, but I suspect I won't post it here because it's probably not really a public-appropriate post. Errr... not that I'm trying to mysterious and aggravating or anything.

Anyway... onto the point of this post, which is: I think I'm going to be starting my own tutoring business. Actually, I should rephrase that. I'm going to be officially starting my own tutoring business. I've been doing private tutoring off and on for the last couple years, as well as tutoring through the campus, but it wasn't a formal, official business. It just went in the "other income" on our tax returns, and, since that's a relatively small amount, it didn't really make much difference. It turns out, though, that if I'm an official business, there are lots of things I can do, and having a business license gives me a certain level of credibility, as well. So, I'm researching all kinds of stuff right now, about what would be a write off tax-wise, about what I have to do to become an official business, trying to find a place to set up a website, figuring out what to do to market my company (how weird does that sound, honestly?), and, well, just sort of drowning in details at the moment. It seems a little (a lot) overwhelming. Financially, I think it's going to be a very, very good thing for us. Truthfully, as far as my ego goes, it will be kind of nice. When people ask what I do, I'll be able to say "I own my own business". !! Does it sound silly to say I feel like I'm actually a grown-up, with starting my own business? I've had jobs before, but... well, I had a job in high school, too... Somehow, this feels very different. I'm really excited about this. And really scared. What if I screw it up? What if I get us audited? What if... Of course, there's also the possibility that everything will go beautifully, too. :) Heh. But, you know, that doesn't inspire worry, strangely.

Bleh. I'm tired. I think that's it for tonight, even though I was going to talk about how I actually came to this decision in this post, too. Anyway, I'm off to bed. I think. After I just look up one more thing...

Pondering this

So, I read this and was going to make some thoughtful and pithy comments, but it's late and I'm tired, and my wittiness (if it existed) has disappeared. The short version is that I would actually like to do foster care, and I think I'd be really good at it, but... Anthony never would. Do it, I mean, not that he'd never be good at it. I had mentioned at one point that it's something I would like to do someday, and he effectively told me he thought it was a horrible idea. So, we probably won't, or if we do, it won't be for quite some time. I don't know. It's something about my childhood that I really treasure, though. Getting to be a big sister to so many people. Understanding that... the world is kind of broken, but that we can do something tangible to make small pieces of it better. It gave me a lot of hope, which sounds a little incongruous, I suppose, given the reasons we had these children in our home. Anyway, I think it's something I could do, and do well, and I'd like to try someday. Maybe Anthony will feel differently in the future. And, we are planning to have a baby in the next year or so, so it would be really terrible timing to do foster care. But, Yondalla's post just made me think about possibilities.