tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896212624844449172024-02-07T03:40:04.059-05:00Dramatically ImpactedLife is about growing; if you're not growing, you're dying. Because I choose life, I choose growth. I don't know about the rest of you out there, but for me, I learn lessons the best when they are hard. Since the lessons are sometimes hard, I work to not repeat them. This blog will be filled with my times of growth, which will cover growing spiritually, emotionally, mentally, physically, and socially. Join me on my journey!Tamara aka the Operatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14219282501551491841noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89621262484444917.post-28490769514260969272017-01-17T00:03:00.001-05:002017-01-17T00:16:19.563-05:00The Measure of Time<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1_pLuIy7d04IHdcMcn3T6O_J2EhXOydgcazb0OOozHuMj0qEpQdC1fi5ea7z7lhuPV3HlXSmpROluqpBQ-mQntKbLVgh38Zo1kQ3f9Rr7rPYE26ZvU5u1ip3EYnWSGWT8ND21SQ9Wfak/s640/blogger-image-622077961.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1_pLuIy7d04IHdcMcn3T6O_J2EhXOydgcazb0OOozHuMj0qEpQdC1fi5ea7z7lhuPV3HlXSmpROluqpBQ-mQntKbLVgh38Zo1kQ3f9Rr7rPYE26ZvU5u1ip3EYnWSGWT8ND21SQ9Wfak/s640/blogger-image-622077961.jpg"></a></div>The Measurement of Time</div><div><br></div><div>As I peruse Facebook, I notice a post regarding a parent of one of my former students. This post is asking for prayer for a momma. My mind begins to wander, wander, wander back to when this student was one of mine. Yes, mine. Each student received a part of my heart during the time he or she was part of my class. This particular parent is the parent for whom I have prayed the most of all my school children. When he was in my class, I would pray that his mom would make it until he finished my room. After he left my class, I would pray that his momma would be around until he finished elementary school. Each urgent prayer was driven by specific event or time frame. I just couldn't imagine this boy without his momma. As he entered junior high and I would see posts to pray for his mom, I would pray that his momma would still be there until he finished junior high school. This line of prayer continued through high school when I would see a post about his mom's health. Again, each prayer was said for specific measurement of time. Even tonight, as I paused to pray, my thoughts went to "Lord, please be with this momma during this time. Please let her be there until her sons marry." I started to realize that each prayer was being measured by a specific event or time frame. My mind even went to the concept of I could pray for her to be there when her first grandchildren are born. That's when I realized that I, as a human, measure time by events and specific lines. That is not how God measures time. While my intentions were good and earnest, they were very limited. I should have been praying for this momma to be there until God said it was time for her to go home, until God said her work was done.</div><div>Thought: Since God is limitless, why do I limit my prayers?</div><div><br></div>Tamara aka the Operatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14219282501551491841noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89621262484444917.post-5412777083032788452015-12-12T09:48:00.001-05:002015-12-12T09:48:43.594-05:00Thirty Days of Thankfulness Finale<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIKepaM8r4Crbot6JOy7RmBTeEfJYfyGXnb68RDIvJoA58aLiCnu349cP_zJvPS-ONSLLV8ZDx2epbvlL30rayAh-BwGUhA48xM3YXTEiJ-78MXoaT2lO0LJYRnBT2-YFTMyJcieVVRWI/s640/blogger-image--1520480641.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIKepaM8r4Crbot6JOy7RmBTeEfJYfyGXnb68RDIvJoA58aLiCnu349cP_zJvPS-ONSLLV8ZDx2epbvlL30rayAh-BwGUhA48xM3YXTEiJ-78MXoaT2lO0LJYRnBT2-YFTMyJcieVVRWI/s640/blogger-image--1520480641.jpg"></a></div>Day 28</div><div>I am thankful for my grandpa and the times I have had with him. I'm thankful for the example of hard work he has set for our family. I'm thankful for all the memories he has shared. Love this man!</div><div><div>Day 29</div><div>I am thankful that I can pray to God myself. I'm also thankful that my friends and family can pray to God. I'm thankful that a priest or mediator isn't needed. I'm thankful for the power of prayer. </div></div><div><br></div><div><div>Day 30</div><div>Girl time is what I am thankful for today. The fact that it was family made it even sweeter. </div></div><div><br></div>Tamara aka the Operatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14219282501551491841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89621262484444917.post-88148986187487953002015-12-01T00:10:00.001-05:002015-12-01T00:14:26.083-05:00Week 4 of Thankfulness<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGqqmobiNuKgENp5lpVj9_IYZfZTmi_ngU8yV-vq3VchqB0rm0eu-c0OYJlMub6Xel9jn-TLhC6qO-v9SRUeeR3x95V7KVvEwiwWDKD7LUtf2qnK7ZUy6TlGeNI_ULzPUvfhTvq9dECw0/s640/blogger-image-906499806.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGqqmobiNuKgENp5lpVj9_IYZfZTmi_ngU8yV-vq3VchqB0rm0eu-c0OYJlMub6Xel9jn-TLhC6qO-v9SRUeeR3x95V7KVvEwiwWDKD7LUtf2qnK7ZUy6TlGeNI_ULzPUvfhTvq9dECw0/s640/blogger-image-906499806.jpg"></a></div>Day 22</div><div>Ministries-I am thankful for the opportunities I have had to serve starting in my "home church" in my teen years, to college years and first few years teaching in AWANA, to teaching school, to children's church, to choir, to Sunday School and VBS. Many locations and many places of services. I'm thankful for them all. I'm thankful God has seen fit to allow me to serve Him. 1 Timothy 1:12 “And I thank Christ Jesus our Lord, who hath enabled me, for that he counted me faithful, putting me into the ministry;”</div><div><br></div><div><div>Day 23</div><div>I'm thankful for times of rest. </div></div><div><br></div><div><div>Day 24</div><div>I am thankful for the tradition my grandma had of giving an ornament to me each Christmas. I so enjoy putting up my tree as an adult because of all the memories I have as I hang the ornaments received from my grandma. My mom has also given me several ornaments which adds to that sweet time. Tim and I have also purchased a few ornaments. Memories, so sweet. </div></div><div><br></div><div><div>Day 25 </div><div>I am thankful for my Life group and small group. </div></div><div><br></div><div><div>Day 26</div><div>I am thankful for phone calls to and from family, especially with my not going home to Arkansas for Thanksgiving. So thankful that people that I love and who love me can easily be reached. Love my family. </div></div><div><br></div><div><div>Day 27</div><div>Thankful for my team and how watching them allows me to connect with my daddy each week during game time. </div></div><div><br></div><div><div>Day 28</div><div>I am thankful for my grandpa and the times I have had with him. I'm thankful for the example of hard work he has set for our family. I'm thankful for all the memories he has shared. Love this man!</div></div>Tamara aka the Operatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14219282501551491841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89621262484444917.post-51408641788211276152015-11-23T21:49:00.001-05:002015-12-01T00:15:54.979-05:00Week three of thankfulness<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn86Rs3QxEA20zKKIL3FCrhZ5rgqI4jTpZ_7s-kFgo1q5ApjaTEGC3qxFqFsGPUBfAy4WuWN5-YnHBtpZdaq-qvdiPc83u5tcJNmWSgQXCLWymHxiBxgmM4cJd-O6iC6oyJqUOPxqKEwk/s640/blogger-image--490287502.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn86Rs3QxEA20zKKIL3FCrhZ5rgqI4jTpZ_7s-kFgo1q5ApjaTEGC3qxFqFsGPUBfAy4WuWN5-YnHBtpZdaq-qvdiPc83u5tcJNmWSgQXCLWymHxiBxgmM4cJd-O6iC6oyJqUOPxqKEwk/s640/blogger-image--490287502.jpg"></a></div>Day 15</div><div>I am thankful for a God Who doesn't fit in a box. I'm thankful for the God Who defied the human mind's comprehension. God Who we can't full understand or describe. My God can't be fully described by human minds and words. I am thankful for Him. Creator. Designer. I Am. </div><div><br></div><div><div>Day 16</div><div><br></div><div>This world is not my final destination; it's my hotel, my temporary dwelling place. I'm thankful for that! I'm excited that Heaven is beyond my human comprehension. </div></div><div><br></div><div><div>Day 17</div><div><br></div><div>I am overwhelmed and humbled by God's provision as Tim and I walk this road of him being unable to work due to an accident at work. I'm so thankful to see God's caring hand on us. It's been 6 months of watching God take care of us and bless us. </div></div><div><br></div><div><div>Day 18</div><div>Today I am thankful for my salvation. I didn't earn it; it's a gift. I don't deserve it; it's because of His grace and mercy. "For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast."</div></div><div><br></div><div><div>Day 19</div><div>Today I am thankful that I have a roof over my head, clothes in my closet, food on my table, in my fridge and pantry. </div></div><div><br></div><div><div>Day 20</div><div>I am thankful that God gave us His written Word. </div></div><div><br></div><div><div>Day 21 </div><div>I am thankful for the different jobs I have had over the years and the people I have worked with or do currently work with. I'm thankful for the different skill sets I have had the opportunity to develop. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div></div>Tamara aka the Operatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14219282501551491841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89621262484444917.post-15741377955029079092015-11-15T21:18:00.001-05:002015-11-15T21:18:25.143-05:00Week 2 of Thankful Thoughts<div>Day 8</div><div><br></div><div>Snuggle buddies! I am thankful for my babies, Jewel and Dallas. They bring me so much comfort and love. I'm thankful for the friend who blessed me with Jewel. I'm thankful we were able to rescue Dallas. I laugh at their antics and love them deeply. </div><div><br></div><div><div>Day 9</div><div><br></div><div>Today I am thankful for social media and its ability to allow me to connect with people. The reaches of social media is far and wide. It amazes me that I can see what is happening in the lives of people I have known all my life down to people I've known for only a few weeks. </div></div><div><br></div><div><div>Day 10</div><div><br></div><div>Colors, images, lights, stars, sunsets, faces, buildings, flowers, animals, the list goes on of things I can see. I am thankful for the sense of sight and what all I can see!</div></div><div><br></div><div><div>Day 11 Veteran's Day</div><div><br></div><div>Today my heart is full of thankfulness for the men and women who have served in our armed forces. Some are family members, some are friends, some are strangers. It doesn't matter if I know you are not, I am thankful for your selfless gift of time and energy and passion you gave or are giving to our country. Thank you, each and every one for the time you gave, the sacrifices you made. </div></div><div><br></div><div><div>Day 12</div><div>I am thankful for family. Blood and through marriage they are all part of the community that makes me who I am. </div></div><div><br></div><div><div>Day 13</div><div>Many, many families have become part of my life through the 13 years I taught full time. Many of those families have impacted my life in such a way that I am a different person than I was prior to meeting them. I am thankful for their touch in my life. I am thankful for the time I have had to invest in the over 300 children I have taught. In the year or more I have spent with each child, each child has become part of my world and heart. I rejoice when I see them rejoice, I'm happy when I see them happy, I'm sad when I see them sad, I hurt when I see them hurt. Each child holds a piece of my heart. I am thankful for them all and the time I was able to spend with them. </div></div><div><br></div><div><div>Day 14</div><div><br></div><div>Today I am thankful for my husband, Tim. Although much of our road has been rough, we are still on the journey together. I appreciate the little things that he does for me. I'm thankful for the way he takes care of me when I don't feel well. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM_zPc3a0b0v4alQlvNsYUAkuUcOuv-hfsLyL8TU8Zm7B0FQaJPJEIorlSi9Iutv8ftBqRztaQxo3NylKDW1ZlRPElng3K7pbW3ESJ1nbUFabzlinNkQjQVHd8NToRHWc1ko0s3boZ35U/s640/blogger-image-1848872683.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM_zPc3a0b0v4alQlvNsYUAkuUcOuv-hfsLyL8TU8Zm7B0FQaJPJEIorlSi9Iutv8ftBqRztaQxo3NylKDW1ZlRPElng3K7pbW3ESJ1nbUFabzlinNkQjQVHd8NToRHWc1ko0s3boZ35U/s640/blogger-image-1848872683.jpg"></a></div></div></div>Tamara aka the Operatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14219282501551491841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89621262484444917.post-32530849660124058052015-11-08T22:21:00.001-05:002015-11-08T22:21:44.273-05:00Another Journal Entry from July 2014<div><b>Divorce, Murder, Suicide-what do they all have in common? Pain, death. </b></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Divorce is the finalization of the death, like the obituary or death certificate. The illness begins long before that; and if not properly treated, it leads to death (divorce). Pain is inflicted along the way and culminates in more pain at the end. </div><div><br></div><div>Murder is death. Pain is also involved; it's different but still present. The pain there is for those left behind. The ones wondering why; the ones left to deal with the situation and try to move on. </div><div>Murder is a way to avoid divorce though. </div><div><br></div><div>Suicide is also death. It's a way of escape for the one contemplating it. It's the last option. It's when hope is gone; when life doesn't feel worth living. Yes, there is pain involved there, too. Temporary physical pain is possible for the one involved but long term pain and possibly guilt and anguish for those left behind. The "what ifs" and the "whys" can torment those left behind as they try to process what happened and if they were responsible. </div>Tamara aka the Operatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14219282501551491841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89621262484444917.post-35556659483455162512015-11-08T22:19:00.001-05:002015-11-08T22:19:27.396-05:00Journal entry from July 2014<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe853E2SbZCKgTEsW734znoabOOp8Ju6eIqNSYcONu_T7ONWl8ZKd-PfiX6arkB7EV4qirxPlEUdRGBt0E12gyqHKhohiuUumiZSd5E64_akCOxQE_9XDrEdLOzTxHHOCzFXGXj6x8JVc/s640/blogger-image-89606610.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe853E2SbZCKgTEsW734znoabOOp8Ju6eIqNSYcONu_T7ONWl8ZKd-PfiX6arkB7EV4qirxPlEUdRGBt0E12gyqHKhohiuUumiZSd5E64_akCOxQE_9XDrEdLOzTxHHOCzFXGXj6x8JVc/s640/blogger-image-89606610.jpg"></a></div>I wish I were there! Perhaps it would give me a chance to stop and figure out myself. When I lived in Pensacola, I used to go to the beach at night when I would feel like this. The strength yet calmness of the beach would sometimes soothe me. Sometimes just being able to do something outside of the norm was what was needed and the beach would work for that, too. </div><div>Sometimes it wasn't enough though! Sometimes I needed a way to release my emotions. Wrestling is a good way to be able to finally break. Maybe that's what I need now, a wrestling match. I never win the match; I'm always shown that I'm not the strongest. I think that's good for me to be shown that I'm not the strongest. So often in life I feel like I have to be the strong one. That becomes very demanding and very draining. It's become such a way of life to me that I struggle with showing any sign of weakness. </div><div><br></div><div>I'm so confused! It makes no sense to my logical brain why I want to be dominated, controlled, broken. NONE! Since I don't know how to think emotionally, I may never figure it out which is disheartening. That makes me not want to even try. </div><div><br></div><div>By the way, that's who I am. If you put something before me that I don't think I can succeed at or will be good at, I just won't try. </div><div><br></div>Tamara aka the Operatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14219282501551491841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89621262484444917.post-86662849451417698602015-11-08T13:01:00.001-05:002015-11-08T13:01:32.485-05:00Seven Days of Thankfulness<div>Day 1</div><div><br></div><div>Today I am thankful for books. Books are a source of relaxation, enjoyment, escape, and pleasure to me. Books are also for knowledge and growth. </div><div><br></div><div><div>Day 2 </div><div><br></div><div>As my electricity flickers this morning, I am reminded to be thankful for it. I so often forget to be thankful for the modern conveniences that I have in the US, that other countries don't have. </div></div><div><br></div><div><div>Day 3</div><div><br></div><div>Today I am thankful for brothers, both my blood brothers, Scott and Lynn, and my adopted brothers, Jason and Larado. I am thankful for Lynn's perception to see beyond the surface. I'm thankful for the way he will be there if I really need him. I'm so proud of the Dad he is! </div><div><br></div><div>I am thankful for Scott's position as my older half brother. I'm thankful for his laid back personality and the way he's like my dad. </div><div><br></div><div>I'm thankful for my little sidekick, Jason. He and I were best buds through my teenage years. I'm so thankful that he finally got back in touch with me after years of MIA. </div><div><br></div><div>Finally, I'm thankful for my adopted older brother who picked me. I'm thankful for his patience and endurance with me. I'm grateful for the examples he shows me of compassion and grace. I'm thankful he's the opposite of harsh and judgmental. </div></div><div><br></div><div>Day 4</div><div><br></div><div>Today I am thankful for music. It has the ability to help me express my feelings. It has the ability to stabilize my mood. It allows me to cry out to God. </div><div><br></div><div><div>Day 5</div><div>Today I am thankful for good friends who check on you and care about you. Those good friends will speak truth to you but also sit in silence with you. A truly great friend will walk through the situations with you, being by your side. It is someone you can call no matter what. </div></div><div><br></div><div><div>Day 6</div><div><br></div><div>Today's item that I will mention that I'm thankful for is mentors. I am very grateful for those in my life who have mentored me as a teenager, young adult, and now. Their impact has been enormous. </div></div><div><br></div><div><div>Day 7</div><div>Today I am thankful for fall and spring. They are such beautiful seasons. They showcase the beauty God has created. His creativity is displayed! The change in weather is also appreciated. </div></div><div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHsrYXUFv8SwUJNMeZWmf3DpK-OOLsgBY2FVSXtkJ_Fp-XFx3sP9B9O6_CQFQFqDwGALiqt7h78RGRiMuhHtTh3n4qqK89tWj8OaG0ToTZvUEXLKZINDcK70hH31S9VFezw5yxEisOfgI/s640/blogger-image-1299994982.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHsrYXUFv8SwUJNMeZWmf3DpK-OOLsgBY2FVSXtkJ_Fp-XFx3sP9B9O6_CQFQFqDwGALiqt7h78RGRiMuhHtTh3n4qqK89tWj8OaG0ToTZvUEXLKZINDcK70hH31S9VFezw5yxEisOfgI/s640/blogger-image-1299994982.jpg"></a></div>Tamara aka the Operatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14219282501551491841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89621262484444917.post-31868173840788357602015-02-21T20:35:00.001-05:002015-02-21T20:35:39.326-05:00Journal entry from August 2014<div><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">My heart is breaking. Today I will say goodbye to someone who sees in me what I don't see in myself. My encourager, my refuge at work finishes and leaves today. It hurts. His leaving will leave a gap in my life. He's helped me grow; I appreciate that. His mannerisms remind me of my dad; I will miss that. He was the calm in the midst of a normally chaotic day. I'm scared that I'm going to have to be that and I'm not sure I can. I'm really struggling with knowing I have to say goodbye. </span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">More than a boss, Leon touched my life by caring, by listening, by advising. One lesson learned that I need to remember is once I've done the best I can each day, don't regret it, don't feel guilty and stressed about what didn't get done. Just keep doing my best. It won't always be enough but it will be what I can do. I need to realize that I have to look out for me, too. He's talked to me about that but I really struggle with that. I gain my self-worth and importance and confidence from my job which means I spend too much time there so I will feel those things and satisfaction. </span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I work well with Leon and I respect him and trust him. I appreciate how he always used “we” instead of you when a task needed done. Teamwork was important to him. </span></p></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span><p class="AppleTemporaryEdgeToEdgeParagraphElement" style="height: 480px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 1px;"><img src="cid:C3BB1975-62F2-4FF1-8D0D-E526592E5580" id="C3BB1975-62F2-4FF1-8D0D-E526592E5580" style="width: 320px; left: 0px; right: 0px; position: absolute;"></p></div>Tamara aka the Operatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14219282501551491841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89621262484444917.post-56333676965791609502015-02-21T15:52:00.001-05:002015-02-21T15:52:38.444-05:00Man Flu<div><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Journal entry from July 6, 2014</span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Came across this pic today. <br>I tried babying my husband when we first got married. Learned quickly that it just prolongs his illness. Now I have a reputation of no sympathy but he created it. </span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Have a headache today. Dragged myself out of bed this morning. Went to church at FBCL this morning. Had communion. This is the second Sunday in a row, 2 different churches. Went to SS too. Been weak all day. Took a super long nap. Watching my favorite tv show-NCIS. Was supposed to do some work this weekend but haven't yet. Oh, well. Don't like the church hunt. Had a hard time talking myself into going today. Need this to stop but don't want to choose and make a wrong decision. </span></p></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br><br></span><p class="AppleTemporaryEdgeToEdgeParagraphElement" style="height: 320px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 1px;"><img src="cid:4A01F9EF-5F7F-4642-A4B4-A4229BDE61EB" id="4A01F9EF-5F7F-4642-A4B4-A4229BDE61EB" style="width: 320px; left: 0px; right: 0px; position: absolute;"></p></div>Tamara aka the Operatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14219282501551491841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89621262484444917.post-13016643574945849352014-08-02T14:55:00.001-04:002014-08-02T14:59:13.971-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<span style="color: #0000ee;">I do believe that life in the past 8 years have taught me about religion and caused me to lose my faith. I identify with most of the items in the left column. Very sad what my faith has become. Of course, that leads to guilt which takes me down that same path. </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4dpQ2RQdhXVJXjuv4DgDLCt7DV57iN5d0Cddzq3ufNGvc-Kd4HFKP9QWXHiG3QCpow7yVhoE2wsnCKPGQ08J3X7N91HDvSwTIPmW6b3xKyU3WZavyyxQumXhbQP6j8SJRNR4tygBdA0Q/s640/blogger-image--502224531.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4dpQ2RQdhXVJXjuv4DgDLCt7DV57iN5d0Cddzq3ufNGvc-Kd4HFKP9QWXHiG3QCpow7yVhoE2wsnCKPGQ08J3X7N91HDvSwTIPmW6b3xKyU3WZavyyxQumXhbQP6j8SJRNR4tygBdA0Q/s640/blogger-image--502224531.jpg" /></a></div>
Tamara aka the Operatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14219282501551491841noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89621262484444917.post-59357461354711523082014-08-02T14:52:00.001-04:002014-08-02T14:52:11.457-04:00StrongThis pic is so me! I need a strong man because I'm a strong woman. It gets annoying that men think I have an attitude. I don't have an attitude (most if the time) I have an opinion and a voice and I deserve to be heard. It's when I'm treated like I don't have an opinion and a voice that an attitude develops. A strong man knows how to liberate my voice and hear my opinion and steer me. No, I'm not just referring to the male spouse. I'd prefer that All males in my life be strong. If I can push you around, I'll still like you but respecting you is difficult. Also, please don't be a wimp! Yes, I know you'll be ill sometimes and even get injured sometimes. Okay, it can hurt, you can feel bad, just don't prolong it. It's not manly! You should always be stronger and tougher than me and have more endurance! I should never think, "Man up."<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxT_wcxb-YYtOi1CqqRueCuIUcfCCMWK9pBPOGco-KEtp6210FWZ41-n_yL2SbQF4jqIqLMXRWB8N8rKBYpIHaik3YfXhCs5WDVV5M1XovtGaKRWluWKUmk5dGHP2MH6ON-2Cvj-UFpIk/s640/blogger-image-955428682.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxT_wcxb-YYtOi1CqqRueCuIUcfCCMWK9pBPOGco-KEtp6210FWZ41-n_yL2SbQF4jqIqLMXRWB8N8rKBYpIHaik3YfXhCs5WDVV5M1XovtGaKRWluWKUmk5dGHP2MH6ON-2Cvj-UFpIk/s640/blogger-image-955428682.jpg"></a></div>Tamara aka the Operatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14219282501551491841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89621262484444917.post-7625425860396042212013-08-13T20:40:00.000-04:002013-08-13T21:15:42.385-04:00Music - the Language of My SoulRemembering back to my childhood, raised on Southern Gospel music such as the Cathedrals and Gold City, music is embedded in me. I loved to play make-believe! One favorite memory from my years of playing make believe is singing with those groups. I used to turn the music up and sing along while pretending I was on stage with them or my own group.<br />
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Music was, and still is, a way to learn about God and express my love, gratitude, joy about Him and to Him. I have always loved to sing! Because of my passion for music and for God, I would have so enjoyed pursuing the ability of sharing that love and passion with others. However, that dream/desire was crushed with words from an adult who said that it wasn't even worth the money to pay for me to have voice lessons.<br />
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Fast-forward 20-25 years to today and you will find that it took a very long time for me to feel comfortable enough to sing aloud in congregational singing with just my husband. It took even longer to attempt to sing in choir, always fearful that someone would hear and comment about why I am in choir with an awful voice like that. The only place it didn't bother me to sing was with my school children. I so loved praising Jesus with my classroom full of kids. I knew they didn't care what I sounded like; just like God doesn't care what I sound like.<br />
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Yes, I sing in the choir. Most of the time I'm not scared or nervous anymore. However, there is a new GIANT to slay because I am part of a trio at my church. SCARED TO DEATH!!! I get up to sing and can't breathe I am so frightened. Now, before your thoughts get away from you, my only purpose for singing is to tell others about my Lord. I don't sing so people will think I am special; far cry from it!!! I just want to share with others about my Jesus.<br />
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Will I slay my GIANT? That is an unknown right now. I do know that I will keep working on it. I don't want that voice in my head and heart to win. PLEASE be careful and thoughtful of what you say to the children you influence! Your words have the ability to shape them or break them for the rest of their lives. Also, please remember that each person you meet has one or more burdens they bare and battles they fight. Encourage them! Help them! Rejoice with them! Pray with them! Cry with them! That is what the Bible implores us to do.Tamara aka the Operatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14219282501551491841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89621262484444917.post-64217672617232611892013-08-05T00:01:00.001-04:002013-08-05T00:01:06.001-04:00SilentIt's been a long while since I've posted. I like to say I've gone dark. The truth is I'm a very private person and I find it hard to express and share my thoughts and feelings. However, it's not due to a lack of thoughts or feelings. Quite the contrary, my mind is always going and it seems to be going with different threads of thoughts frequently. I've also recently realized that I'm a very sensitive soul with very deep emotions. I just don't know how to express them. <div><br></div><div>Regarding my fibromyalgia, this year of discovered how very important sleep is! If I get 8-9 hours of sleep each night, my flares happen less often. Yay! Speaking of sleep, I need to work on shutting off my brain and going to sleep. Good night!</div>Tamara aka the Operatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14219282501551491841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89621262484444917.post-6298300493485860862013-02-23T18:43:00.002-05:002013-02-23T18:43:54.327-05:00Dealing with the Aftereffects of an Accident 10.23.10<span style="color: orange;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">If
you have fibromyalgia, this blog should make sense to you; and perhaps,
astound you. Early in the morning on Wednesday, Sept. 15, 2010, a
vehicle turned into my lane of traffic causing me to T bone them and
total our Ford Explorer. My husband and I were transported to the
hospital via ambulance, checked out, given prescriptions to fill, and
released to go home. My husband went to fill his meds-pain killers,
anti-inflammatories, and muscle relaxers. I chose not to fill mine;
instead, I chose to increase my amount of Zija smart mix with its
natural-occurring 36 anti-inflammatories. I knew that the next few days
would be tough because of the increase in stress and the trauma from the
accident. I chose not to work for the next two days (after seeking
advice from those I trusted) in order to allow my body to rest and start
to recover. The next few days were difficult but I continued to take my
smart mix. As the smart mix continued to work, I started to feel
better. I went back to work Monday-it probably was too soon but I have
always been one who just pushes through. I have always been determined
that I wasn't going to let a condition control my life. Now it has been a
little over a month since the accident, and I am doing great. I can't
even tell that I was in an accident. My husband, on the other hand, is
still taking pain killers, anti-inflammatories, and muscle relaxers. I
am the one with fibromyalgia, but I am the one whose body has recovered.
All I have to say is-there is power in proper nutrition!</span></span></span>Tamara aka the Operatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14219282501551491841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89621262484444917.post-87098565461698487262013-01-29T09:01:00.000-05:002013-01-29T09:01:00.222-05:00Does this Describe You?<span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">You hurt all over and feel exhausted most of the time.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">Your doctor has ordered test after test, but the tests don't show anything specifically wrong with you.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">Is it chronic fatigue syndrome? Depression? Lyme disease? Lupus? Could it be <b>FIBROMYALGIA?</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"><b>If you have fibromyalgia-or think you might have fibromyalgia-you are NOT alone.</b></span></span></center>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">It
is estimated that 5 million Americans suffer with this mysterious
condition, which overwhelmingly affects women between the ages of 20 and
60. It's not unusual for some patients to see as many as <b>10 doctors</b> before finally discovering the cause of their pain.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">And according to one estimate, it takes an average of <b>5 years </b>after the onset of symptoms for a fibromyalgia patient to get an accurate diagnosis and start receiving appropriate treatment.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"><b>But there is GOOD NEWS:</b>
While fibromyalgia is chronic and can be debilitating, it's not
progressive or life-threatening. And there are a number of treatments-
both pharmacological and non-pharmacological- that can help you manage
your condition and live an active life.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">If
you're reading this now, you've probably received a diagnosis of
fibromyalgia — or have symptoms tha tmake you suspect that you have it.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">You need the most current, reliable information on <b>the <i>most</i> successful fibromyalgia treatment options</b> available to you, so you can make the best informed decisions possible about your future.</span></span></div>
<span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"><b>Knowledge is key when it comes to treating fibromyalgia successfully.</b></span></span><div align="center">
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<span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">Your pain is real . . . It's NOT all in your head!</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">Tired
of hearing that you're imagining your pain?For years, fibromyalgia was
considered a purely psychological condition.Now physicians understand
that fibromyalgia involves the central nervous system. Yes, the brain
controls the central nervous system, butt his does not mean that
symptoms are "all in your head."</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">Physicians
have been reporting symptoms of fibromyalgia since the 1800s,but it's
only in the past few decades that the medical community has come to
recognize and understand fibromyalgia as a unique condition. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">I
personally have found that a change in my eating habits and sleeping
habits in conjunction with proper nutrition (Zija) have been the key to
the improvement I have seen over the past year with my fibromyalgia.
Check out more of my story on this blog.</span></span></div>
Tamara aka the Operatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14219282501551491841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89621262484444917.post-5154622978955821592013-01-14T21:56:00.002-05:002013-01-14T21:56:43.519-05:00Dealing Daily with Fibromyalgia (8/30/10)<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As
my day started this Monday morning, I knew within an hour of being out
of bed that it was going to be “one of those days.” For those of you
with fibrom<span style="font-size: large;">yalgia</span>, you know to what I am referring. For me, I know that this
day will be dog-eared with fatigue and pain. A year ago, that
combination would have sent me into an emotional tailspin. Today, I let
my thoughts dwell on it for approximately 10 minutes. The difference???
HOPE! 51 weeks ago, a friend had enough compassion to reach out to help
me. He shared a nutritional product called Zija with me. With 90+ nutrients and
36 anti-inflammatories in it for a little more than $3 a day, why would
I ever stop taking an all-natural product that actually helps me? I
know that some of you are thinking, “Yeah, right! Her symptoms must not
be as severe as mine are.” and you are rolling your eyes. You could,
possibly, be right. Here is a picture of my day right now—my skin is
very pain sensitive. It hurt to get dress professionally to go to work
this morning. In fact, my skin is so sensitive today that when I got in
the car, I could feel my clothes that I was seating on because they were
causing my legs to hurt. That is just part of my issue for today but
that is okay =)! I can deal with it. I have my Zija and my xm3 drink from Zija. I may even take some <span style="font-size: large;">premium</span> tea this morning (also by Zija). I
have hope again. I know that this is temporary-possibly a retracing.
When you have had fibromyalgia for 15 years, it doesn’t magically disappear. I
am extremely thankful that I have hope again thanks to a good friend and
Zija! I have discovered in my life that having hope is a key element to
my survival and success in life.</span></span></span>Tamara aka the Operatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14219282501551491841noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89621262484444917.post-84412849420400861672013-01-09T04:42:00.000-05:002013-01-09T04:42:16.728-05:00Dealing w/ Fibro while going back to work from 8/13/10<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #1f497d;">I
have been engaged in a journey to regain my health after struggling with
fibromyalgia for the past 15 years. Until being introduced to Zija by a
close friend, I had resigned myself to the belief that my condition
would only continue to worsen each year as it had been doing for the
previous 15 years.<br />
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I had the opportunity this summer to take the summer off-to step away
from the routine and stress of work. Because I am a school teacher, I
was able to do that. Well, this week was the first week of school so,
needless to say, I am back at work. I am so thankful that I had my Moringa-based products from Zija
and my xm3 drink and caps to turn to this week to help my body begin
adjusting to being back in an elementary classroom. I must admit that it
was a rough week for me due to the fibromyalgia, not because of my
class-they are off to a great start.<br />
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Although it was excellent for me to be able to take the summer off, it
made transitioning back to the classroom--a full-time
job--more difficult. My pain level skyrocketed; that, in turn, caused
other issues. The difference this year compared to other years of
dealing with the pain was two-fold: first, I knew that I had a product
that would work, I just had to adjust what and how I was taking my</span></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #1f497d;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #1f497d;"> Moringa-based products from Zija</span></span></span> --smart mix, xm3 drink, and xm3 caps. Secondly, emotionally and
mentally, I knew I could and would get through this rough patch because I
had been through it before. After 10 months on </span></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #1f497d;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #1f497d;">Moringa-based products from Zija</span></span></span>, I must still admit
that I am amazed with the results! HOPE--that is what I have this year
in August that I didn't have last year in August. Who do you know that
needs hope??? Whose life can you change with </span></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #1f497d;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #1f497d;">Moringa-based products from </span></span></span>Zija??? If you are
skeptical like I was, this fact is for you--the company has so much
belief in their product that they offer a money-back guarantee. How much
money have you spent on coffee, cokes, and energy drinks? How much
money have you spent trying to lose weight? How much money have you
spent supplementing? Try it, you will love it!!!</span></span></span>Tamara aka the Operatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14219282501551491841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89621262484444917.post-34645966069740260762012-12-30T21:27:00.000-05:002012-12-30T21:27:49.522-05:00Having an Advocate!<span style="font-size: large;">Having an advocate is vital! Having a support team is incredibly helpful. The following section was written by one of my very first advocates. This is his view on fibromyalgia.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: orange;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Fibromyalgia<span style="font-size: large;"> - </span>a mysterious if not unknown condition<span style="font-size: large;">, </span>a condition for the longest time
that was thought to be in a person's head. I, myself, until recently,
had never been exposed to a patient with fibromyalgia that was
debilitating. All of my patients in the past had isolated issues with it
instead of total body discomfort due to the pain. That has all changed
since Oct. 09, I have been challenged with one of the most severe cases
of fibromyalgia in my 25 years as a clinical nutritionist. The best way
to describe this case of fibromyalgia is a body in constant pain with no
hope of relief - a body severely deprived of nutrients; a body so toxic
that any situation sent this person into excruciating pain that
eventually leads to depression. People who suffer this severely have a
tendency to withdraw from all forms of socializing and live life
minute-by-minute, hour-by-hour, praying for an end. Since Zija, these
people now have hope. With detoxification and nutrition all-in-one, the
moringa tree has amazing healing and detoxifying properties; the two
areas that must be addressed in order to see improvement with this
condition. The problem is there is a "Catch 22" with this condition; the
body is so toxic that these toxins compete with the nutrients in the
diet, making absorption very difficult. Without proper nutrition to the
detoxification organs, the body becomes more toxic. Even if you are
eating proper nutrients, the body has difficulty absorbing it as the
body gets more and more toxic. Never before have I seen a product that's
able to so wonderfully address every aspect of this disorder as the mor<span style="font-size: large;">inga-b<span style="font-size: large;">ased prod<span style="font-size: large;">ucts from </span></span></span>Zija.
Zija is the core nutrition that makes everything else better. <span style="font-size: large;">-Mori<span style="font-size: large;">ngaMedMan</span></span></span></span></span>Tamara aka the Operatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14219282501551491841noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89621262484444917.post-35762109075128399532012-12-21T14:23:00.001-05:002012-12-21T14:23:10.081-05:00YSS Athletics Started With A Challenge, Still Going Strong<a href="http://gbj.com/2011/09/20/yss-athletics-started-with-a-challenge-still-going-strong/#.UNS2x28ldrs.blogger">YSS Athletics Started With A Challenge, Still Going Strong</a>Tamara aka the Operatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14219282501551491841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89621262484444917.post-90568220924554157552012-11-23T20:30:00.002-05:002012-11-23T20:30:44.258-05:00A Day with Fibromyalgia from 7.28.10<span style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Recently
I set a goal for myself to exercise 3xs a week. Now as a person who has
fibro, although I know exercise is important for me, I also know that
it is difficult for me. First of all, there is already a lot of
stiffness and soreness so why would I want to increase that with
exercise? Secondly, I am tired-dealing with chronic fatique-why make
myself more tired? Well, I am happy to report that I accomplished that
goal of 3xs a week last week and I am already at 2xs for this week and
it is only Wednesday! Having a goal helps me! I know in the long run
that the benefits to exercising are supposed to far outweigh the
short-term difficulties; however, short-term, it's not as difficult to
exercise now as it used to be because of the use of Zija smart mix with
its 36 anti-inflammatories and the use of xm3 drink for energy!</span></span></span>Tamara aka the Operatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14219282501551491841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89621262484444917.post-28639849411520582082012-11-03T09:30:00.000-04:002012-11-03T09:30:00.372-04:00Dealing Daily with Fibromyalgia from 7.20.10<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: verdana;">Three
things on this earth get me through my rough days with
fibromyalgia-zija smart mix, a group of friends and family who support
me, and xm3 drink and xm am caps. I didn't know how bad I actually had gotten
until I started getting better! Rather incredible to grow worse year by
year and not realize how bad off you had gotten until you find something
that helps you start getting better! For me, it was a nutritional
supplement call Zija that comes from the moringa oleifera tree. With its
92 nutrients that are 100% bio-available, it didn't take long for me to
see improvement. This is the smart mix that I referenced above. A couple
of areas that the Smart Mix has addressed are the issue of horrible
sleep patterns and awaking tired each morning and feeling bruised if
someone touched me! Secondly, friends and family-I am so thankful to the
Lord for providing me with a husband who may get frustrated with having
a wife with a chronic condition but he doesn't give up. I don't share
with him what it is like to live in a body that constantly hurts and is
normally tired but I know he sees it. He loves me anyways. I am also
extremely grateful for the friends God has placed in my life. My friends
have really helped me over some major hurdles in the past 10
months. Even now, when I am battling, it is not uncommon for one of them
to call even when they may be clueless to what is going on. Thirdly-xm3
drink and xm am caps! Xm3 is my "drug" of choice. Actually, both xm products
are completely natural and legal! =) Xm3 drink provides the energy that
I need with the chronic fatigue that comes with fibro. Xm3 drink also
helps dull the pain intensity when I am having a bad day. I am SO HAPPY
to say that every day or 5/7 days per week are NO LONGER bad days thanks
to Zija!!! The xm<span style="font-size: large;"> am</span> caps work in the chemical pathways of the brain
which help battle the depression that is so often a part of the life of a
person with fibro. To summarize, Zija has helped with my sleep, my
pain, my energy and my depression. If you struggle with fibro (or if you
know someone who struggles with fibro) my question for you is: You have
tried everything else, what do you have to lose by trying Zija except
for pain, awful sleep patterns, tiredness, depression, etc.? Sounds like
some very good reasons to give Zija a try!</span></span>Tamara aka the Operatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14219282501551491841noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89621262484444917.post-25071480567214188042012-11-02T16:15:00.001-04:002012-11-02T16:15:30.489-04:00A Day with Fibromyalgia from 7.16.10<h2 class="sf_blog_posttitle" id="post-123">
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<span style="color: #7030a0; font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm still transferring my <span style="font-size: large;">original blogging over to th<span style="font-size: large;">is site. <span style="font-size: large;">Hang with me as I relive the battles I have faced</span></span>. T<span style="font-size: large;">he great news is I'm still here to tell about it! <span style="font-size: large;">=)</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #7030a0; font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span> </span>The chronic fatigue and
the high pain level should have kept me in bed today; however, I
despise being restricted by the way I feel. Because of that, I fought
back. I forced myself out of bed this morning after taking my Zija smart
mix. I went downstairs (which is no fun when your pain level is HIGH)
and drank two ounces of the xm3 drink. Yea for xm3 drink!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The fatigue started lifting and the pain level started decreasing. By
the time I finished eating breakfast, I was ready to start. I made a
to-do list and started tackling my day! The xm3 drink is an important
weapon in my battle against fibro!!!! </span></span>Tamara aka the Operatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14219282501551491841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89621262484444917.post-65443041451625152562012-11-01T09:00:00.000-04:002012-11-01T09:00:12.358-04:00A Day with Fibromyalgia from 7.10.10<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">A Day with Fibromyalgia<br /><br />I
think it is time for me to stop trying to figure out what the worst
part of having fibro is. I think that answer varies from day-to-day
depending on how that day is going. Today I would say (at least at this
point of the day =) ) that besides being a little sleepy, it's not too
bad having fibromyalgia except for the "waiting for the other shoe to
fall" mentality. What I experience with fibro is I never know when the
symptoms will strike! That is very taxing on the mind!!!<br /><br />I do
know that since I started taking the zija smart mix consistently in
September of 2009, I am doing better! My pain levels are better, my
fatigue is much better, my energy is better, my outlook on life is
better! I am realizing that my outlook on life is key to dealing with
the fibro. I am learning to recognize when my outlook is slipping. I am
learning to catch thoughts that are leading me down a path I don't want
to go. By recognizing that I am slipping, I can head off the depression.
Yes, depression-most people with fibro struggle with it because it is
very depressing to hurt constantly, to get up in the morning as tired as
you were when you went to bed, etc. By the way, Zija has really helped
with the sleep issue, too!</span></span>Tamara aka the Operatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14219282501551491841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89621262484444917.post-44335795934603525172012-10-31T13:49:00.001-04:002012-10-31T13:49:33.004-04:00Operator's Blog-a Day with FMS from 7.8.10<h6>
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It's been a couple of days since I have blogged about living with
fibromyalgia. For some reason the last couple of days I have spent a lot
of my day resting. I have been very tired. I know that is part of
dealing with fibro. I also know that there are things I can do with
Zija, like take some xm3 energy drink to help overcome the tiredness.
However, I decided to let my body get the rest it obviously
needed instead of pushing through and taking more Zija or taking some
xm3 energy drink. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE the energy drink!!! It is
healthy, safe, and all-natural and I feel GREAT when I take some of it. I
felt like the best course of action for yesterday and today was to
allow my body to rest. Of course I still took my zija smart mix =). I
couldn't imagine not taking it. Putting the proper nutrients into my
body is very essential especially with fibromyalgia where the proper
diet is essential for better health.</span></span></h6>
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