My love affair with Tart Cherries began in early 2006. I remember it so well. It was a lovely Spring day. There were flowers blooming, birds chirping from majestic Oak trees and there was a hint of daffodils wafting in the air... *screech to a halt* Who am I kidding? I live in the fricking desert and I’m not a romance novelist!

Truth be told, my Dad found an article in a magazine about the benefits of Montmorency Tart Cherry Juice for Fibromyalgia! Well, he went right out and bought my Mom a bottle of concentrate and she drank it down faster than a college frat boy at an all-you-can-drink kegger! Sorry Mom! *giggles*

Anyway, she drank it every day for about a month and called me singing the praises of the juice. So, I bought a bottle and I drank 8oz twice a day, every day (same as Mom, as per the article) and after about a month or so I noticed my pain was diminishing. Hmmm, I thought, could this really be real? So, being the ever skeptic that I am, I put it to the test. I stopped drinking it and the effects wore off after a few days. I started to drink it again and after another few days, voila, the pain was going away, yet again! Amazing. But how, why?! Now, I never look a gift horse in the mouth, but I always need to know the hows and the whys of anything and everything I do. So, I now needed to do some research into the properties of Tart Cherries. I knew it was working, so I continued to drink it faithfully every day. All the while, doing my research. I came up with a lot of scientific facts, theories, opinions and of course, our own experiences which couldn't be refuted. I'm a believer! *input The Monkees singing here*

Please keep in mind, the cherry juice started working for us after we went through a complete diet detoxification (elimination) and regimen. Whether or not it was because of that is unknown. But, in my opinion, I believe it was because we followed the guidelines in Dr. Elrod’s book “Reversing Fibromyalgia” and stuck with it through the years. Most of our original Fibromyalgia symptoms had either disappeared or lessened greatly since beginning the regimen in 2000. We did have some residual pain and occasional fatigue, among other minor symptoms. So, for the most part, I believe, the cherry juice picked up where the regimen left off. It keeps the pain at bay on a daily basis. It gives us energy during the day and even helps us sleep better at night. I cannot express enough though, the importance of the regimen outlined in Dr. Elrod’s book. It gave us a fresh palette for which to start living our lives, in spite of Fibromyalgia!

Below are some very important links that I find extremely helpful and informative on the benefits of Tart Cherry Juice.
Happy reading and good luck! Make today the day YOU take your life back from Fibromyalgia and start living your life to the fullest instead of just existing in misery.


I personally purchase all of my family’s Tart Cherry Juice Concentrate (among other yummy products) from:

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“The naysayers they laugh, but I don’t give a hoot
Because I have you now, my miracle fruit!”

What I did to take my life back from Fibromyalgia, in 2000, was something that I did, not only for myself, but for my daughter and my family as well. I owed it to them to try whatever I had to. I tried everything else up to that point, without any success. But, like the old cliche, “If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again!” And try I did, with all my might! The wonderful thing was, this time, I was victorious! I’m not saying that what I did “cured” my Fibromyalgia, but it did reverse most of the effects of my Fibromyalgia. It is a lifestyle that I “must” maintain every day to keep it working properly.

So, what did I do? Well, to start, I changed my diet completely. I eliminated the bad things like white sugar, white flour, processed foods, caffeine, etc. I increased the good things like high fiber foods, whole grains, fruits and vegetables... I added extra essential supplements such as Antioxidants, Calcium/Magnesium, Vitamin D, the B Vitamins and so forth. I modified and even created recipes to suit my new dietary needs, so I didn’t have to “go without” anything. I changed my attitude and my entire way of thinking. My entire lifestyle had been revamped! Because of all of that (and more), I was a new woman in a new body! I now had goals and aspirations that I never thought could be possible. I actually had a body that was cooperating with my mind, which enabled me to do whatever I set my mind to do.

Most of the things that were taken away from me, for all those years, were gradually being given back. I slowly started to regain my abilities, my strength, my energy, my confidence and my freedom. Freedom from the physical and emotional hold Fibromyalgia had on me for so long. Even though I was feeling better, I was a bit hesitant to just jump right into things. Hesitant, because I had been in the habit of “not overdoing it” for so long. After being “disabled” for 10 years, I knew I needed to take it slow and steady. Well, not too slow, I’d been waiting long enough for goodness sake, but steady none the less. I felt like a little baby fawn who was just born into the world; a bit wobbly, but fired up with determination, very sure of where she was going, but slightly confused about how she was going to get there. Considering that I had climbed my way out of a very deep, extremely dark and quite ugly pit, what I had just gone through was definitely a well needed cleanse of mind, body and soul! I was ready to start my brand-new life.

I add new and amazing things to my regimen daily. Amazing things that have helped me with my healing such as, Yoga, Meditation, Water Aerobics and the ever important "pièce de résistance,” Montmorency Tart Cherry Juice! It has been one of the most important components in my healing. Why? Well, because it has kept me out of pain for years! How do I know “IT” keeps the pain at bay?! Well, being the “Human Guinea Pig” that I am, I did my own experiment. I drank it consistently every day (no pain), than I stopped drinking it (pain crept back), than I started drinking it again (surprise, no pain!) So, needless to say, I drink it every day, faithfully! It doesn’t take a rocket scientist!

Over the years, I have been sharing my story with anybody and everybody who wants to hear it. I get phones calls, emails, text messages and now even Tweets from family members, friends, friends of family members and family members of friends. Heck I even have people stop me in stores when they over hear me say the “F” word. Yes, I mean Fibromyalgia. Geesh! They always ask me the same thing, “What did you do to get to where you are?" I’m always more than happy to share what I know and what I do. I want everybody with Fibromyalgia to feel better. I want to tell people who are sick, that I’m no longer sick. I want to tell the people who are suffering in pain, that I’m no longer suffering in pain. I want to tell people who are unable to sleep that I sleep very well. I want to tell all of them that while they can’t find the energy to get out of bed, I’m functioning better than I was before I got sick. I want to share this information for one reason, to make people understand that, “There IS Hope for Fibromyalgia!”...

I owe an enormous debt of gratitude to Dr. Elrod and his amazing book “Reversing Fibromyalgia.” Without it...Never mind, I don’t even want to let that thought cross my mind. Thank you Dr. Elrod

When I found the book, Reversing Fibromyalgia, I felt such relief. Someone was finally saying that I didn’t have to learn to live with Fibromyalgia. They were saying that I didn’t have to let it control me anymore. It was all in my hands now. I was going to have the ability to take my life back! I believed that this was finally the answer I had been waiting for all this time. I felt a weight lifted off my shoulders. I could finally exhale after all those years of holding my breath, waiting for answers. I knew, as I was reading each page, that it wasn’t going to be an easy, quick fix. I knew that it was going to take time, commitment, determination and perseverance. But, what I endured all those years, prepared me for all of that. I was prepared to do whatever I needed to do. I was ready, willing and able. I wanted it, I believed it and now I was going to achieve it!

I followed all the steps listed in the book, diligently. Each step, it’s own small journey. I discovered new and exciting things about nutrition, exercise, meditation and so much more. I learned to have a happy heart, a thankful heart. It taught me so much of what I had been doing wrong for so many years. I learned what to eat and what not to eat. I even learned HOW to eat. It was amazing! I was a sponge, soaking it all up as I went along. Not even once, did I think about what I was giving up (refined sugar, processed foods, additives, preservatives etc.) I was only thinking about what I was going to gain, Everything!

The regimen wasn’t easy. But, in the same respect, it wasn’t hard either. What I went through for all those years, THAT was hard. The pain, insomnia, anxiety attacks, migraines, fatigue, oh goodness, the list goes on. I look back now and it makes me cringe to think of all the suffering, not only for myself, but even more so, for my daughter and my family. The upside to it all was we were on our path to healing. There was a light at the end of the tunnel now, instead of the dark, dismal bottomless pit I knew, all too well, for far too long.

Going through the “transformation,” as I like to call it, I learned to embrace the Fibromyalgia and accept that it was always going to be a part of my life, but not something that had control of my life anymore. It was something I was always going to have to maintain, but that meant that it was going to be all up to ME this time. I went into my transformation with about 100 severe Fibromyalgia symptoms and came out of it with about 10 tolerable ones. I was revitalized, rejuvenated and invigorated. I had so much energy. I was even sleeping through the night. Most of the symptoms were actually gone! I felt whole. I was finally coming out of the fog...

I wish I could find the humor in this part of my journey, but

Alas, alack, I am not able
for this, dear folks, is not a fable

It is a story so raw and true
I simply cannot humor you

Instead, you get these thoughts from yonder
For you to take away and ponder

Think not of all the journey woes
Think only just of where it goes

It takes us to where we’re suppose to be
It takes us ALL there, you and me

For you and me, we are the same
The only difference is, our name

MY name is Dina and I have Fibromyalgia

In 1999, I figured out on my own (with some help from above, of course) all about this strange new word, Fibromyalgia. I knew that there were very few Drs. who believed in it and even fewer who did believe in it, but just didn’t know what to do about it. I also knew there were only a few ways to diagnose Fibromyalgia. Ugh, more tests. But, at least this time we were searching for something that they thought was “real” and not all in my head. So, rule this out, check. Rule that out, check. Trigger Point Test, um “OW!”, check. We went over the list of the “typical” Fibromyalgia symptoms, check, check, check... I don’t know about you, but when you check off 100 things on the SAME list, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out. But I’m playing the game, I’m going with the flow. It’s been 10 long years, so what’s a little while longer.

“Ok,” he says to me “You have Fibromyalgia!” Well, duh!(I didn’t really say that out loud, I wanted to, but I didn’t) Then I asked, “How do we fix it?” “Well, we can’t fix it,” he says. A roar of laughter came blaring out of my mouth, the guttural, primal kind of laughter that makes you blow snot out of your nose. “What do you mean we CAN’T fix it?!” “You’re just going to have to live with it,” he says to me. I really wanted to say, “What on earth do you think I’ve been doing all these years?” “I’m done with it now. I’m moving on. I’m leaving Fibromyalgia behind like a lousy ex boyfriend.” But, instead, I just thanked him very much for recognizing and acknowledging that what I had was NOT all in my head and took the prescriptions he wrote for me. I knew deep down that none of them were going to work, but I owed it to everyone to try. So, I took my happy little butt, my book, my Fibromyalgia diagnosis, a hand full of prescriptions and marched on out of there.

So, I became a human guinea pig and I tried all the prescriptions that were given to me to deal/cope/live with Fibromyalgia. I really didn’t have much hope for them, but I thought it was worth a try. What else could I do? I didn’t have any other answers. This was the closest that I came to any kind of resolution in all these years. Who was I to argue? So, medication after medication, side effect after side effect, reaction after reaction, I trudged on, all in the name of...What? I still had Fibromyalgia. I was still in pain. I still didn’t have any energy. The symptoms were all still there. The only difference was that now I had some weird new symptoms (also-known-as SIDE EFFECTS) from all the drugs I was taking. Talk about complete and utter frustration. What am I doing wrong? I thought this was the answer? I thought I’m doing what I’m suppose to do? WHAT?! Again, no answers. (Little did I know, at the time, that all of this was leading me to my path of healing!)

Fast-forward to the year 2000. In the miraculous way the word Fibromyalgia came into my life a year before, so I could finally get my answer of what was wrong with me with a proper diagnosis, another BIG life changing moment happened... I was standing in a book store and I just happened to stop in a random aisle and look up and there it was...(No, I’m not making this up) Reversing Fibromyalgia by Dr. Joe Elrod. “Reversing” Fibromyalgia?! It IS possible! I knew it! Well, if I didn’t do a back handspring right in the middle of that aisle (Ok, I am making that up, but I did do one in my head). But seriously, I snatched that book up off that shelf faster than the speed o’ light! Yeah, actually, I did kinda hit the person next to me in the aisle. I startled the frick right out of him and had to apologize profusely, but anyway, moving on. Needless to say, I took that book home and read every single word from cover to cover...

When I first got sick in 1989, I had no idea what was wrong with me and to be honest, I feared the worst. I lived in that fear for 10 years, very sick, very depressed, very confused, very frightened and very lonely. Not alone, mind you, lonely. And, unless you've been in the darkest pits of purgatory (depression) it's very hard to explain the difference. I have always considered myself very blessed to have my daughter, my (now) husband and my family. They are my life, my breath and my world! It was inside my own frightened head and my very sick body that I was truly lonely.

For years, I saw Dr. after Dr. and all they kept telling me was, “There’s nothing wrong with you, this test came back fine, that test came back fine. I’d like to refer you to go see a very good...wait for it...Psychiatrist”. Yes, they were telling me it was all in my head. So, not having a single Dr. acknowledge, or even understand for that matter, what was happening to me, I was left to fend for myself...

Needless to say, I did a whole lot of nothing. What could I do? I couldn't move, sleep, eat, nothing and no one was giving me any answers. What on earth was I possibly going to do?! So, I sat. That's it. Aside from reaching deep into my soul and pulling out every ounce of strength that I had to take care of my daughter (with the loving help of my family) I did nothing else. Just some good old-fashioned, nothin-to-see-here-folks, move along now, NOTHING. I couldn't, I was in excruciating pain, I was in severe depression, each breath I took felt like my last, I had absolutely no energy what-so-ever. I had such severe anxiety attacks and panic attacks, that I wanted to jump out of my own body and take my baby and run as far away as I possibly could. But, I couldn't, I could barely walk across the room. Where on earth was I going to go anyway?

There was no way I could take care of my daughter and myself without my family. I couldn't even work a part-time job. I couldn't work, because I couldn't move, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't stop crying, I couldn't eat, I couldn't even take a fricking shower without the pain and fatigue knocking me down for the rest of the day. I just sat. I sat and I waited. What was I waiting for? An answer, I just wanted one single answer to just one single question. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!? Somebody, please just tell me. I'm so frightened, I don't want to die, please just help me. But, nothing...

Nothing, until 10 years later when I opened a book I had bought ("Prescription for Nutritional Healing" by Phyllis and James Balch) and I just happened to look down at a word I had never seen or even heard before, "Fibromyalgia". So, out of curiosity, I started to read it; chronic muscle pain, migraines, hypoglycemia, fatigue, TMJ, heart palpitations, irritable bowel/bladder, insomnia, anxiety/panic attacks... "SLAM"! I closed that book so fricking fast, I think I broke the sound barrier! I mean COME ON! Every...Single...Symptom? I had no idea on this green earth what Fibromyalgia was, so why would I want it? Right? Wrong. I realized it was, by far, better than anything I had feared for 10 long years.

So, I marched my happy little butt back to the Drs., handed them the book and told them, "Here you go, I found it. Now lets fix it"...

I wanted to start this introduction at the beginning, but I wasn't sure which beginning. The beginning of my life-1969, the beginning of my life when Fibromyalgia took over-1989, the beginning of my life after being diagnosed with Fibromyalgia-1999 or the beginning of my life after taking my life back from Fibromyalgia-2000.

As I think back, I realize Fibromyalgia has always been a part of my life, right from the very beginning. I exhibited symptoms from a very early age, all dismissed by Drs. as "something else". Muscle pains dismissed as "growing pains", sleep problems dismissed as being an "undisciplined child", fatigue dismissed as being "lazy", cognitive problems being dismissed as "unmotivated" The list goes on....

There is no escaping the fact that I was born with Fibromyalgia, especially considering that it has now run right through my family. Looking back, I realize that even my Grandmother exhibited tell-tale signs of Fibromyalgia, long before it was even spoken of in the medical community. Again, "dismissed" as "something else". What about the 10 years of my life that I lived in fear wondering "what's wrong with me?”, when all of the Drs. "dismissed" all of my symptoms as "something else", yet again.

I guess I could be angry that all of that "dismissing" could have prevented me from being prepared when my own daughter developed Fibromyalgia, but I'm not angry, because I was prepared. I showed all those dismissers, when I figured out "on my own" all about Fibromyalgia. I learned what Fibromyalgia IS and what Fibromyalgia ISN'T. It IS real and it ISN'T all in my head. That really helped when right around the same time I was "diagnosed" my mother developed it as well. We were all prepared. I NOW realize I was meant to have Fibromyalgia all along, to make sure no one else is “dismissed”, it just took a while to figure it out.

Follow me on my journey from the foggy days of despair into the sunlit rays of hopefulness...