FibroFitter – Beginnings

After 10 years of waiting, I have my Fibro diagnosis, but what do I do now? My Doctors recommended drugs to numb the pain or relax the muscle. After considering the potential benefits and side effects of these drugs, and accepting the length of this condition, it is not something I’m ready to commit to for the rest of my life.

I’m not saying that there won’t come a day where I will need that option; it is after all, just one option. I don’t want to Doctor-bash, or put down anyone who needs medication to help support their needs, but for me, at this time, I just want to explore other options.

So where do I start?

I have little medical knowledge, basic biology, and grew up in a house where Spam was a decent meal.

Meal 1

My first meal prep tea 🙂

However, there is definitely one aspect of life that I know I can control, that directly affects my Fibro and IBS… Food!Over recent weeks…

The food I have been eating could be described as convenient, quick, carb-based and probably… unhealthy.


I’m too exhausted to care about what I’m eating. Sleep and conserving energy has been my priority, because it’s the easiest way to cope with a Fibro life.

How can I change this?

Start caring. For some reason, it seems we are hardest and most neglectful of ourselves. So I need to summon up a conscious level of effort; to actually care. Instead of trying to conserve energy and focus on sleeping, I need to think about fuelling my body to create more energy, and hopefully reduce some Fibro symptoms. Continue reading

Fibromyalgia-How it all began…


I was a fraud, a nomad, wandering through the medical waste lands. There was no physically evidence of bruising, breaks, bulges of bone or muscle or discs. Everything was set in place… Mostly, as it should, but the pain, there was physical pain… Warm burning, sharp stabbing, dull aching pains in most places, places I didn’t even know you could feel pain, like the tip of your ear or behind an eye. The pain was very real, although completely invisible to the naked eye, felt only by me and seen by none. So I found myself in this strange state, outwardly I looked fine… healthy even… but my reality was juxtaposed with that.

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