I know what it’s like to feel the fear, the urgency, and the helplessness.

Becoming a dietitian wasn’t even on my radar—until my dad almost died during a business trip.

He came home with a double-whammy: an emergency open-heart surgery and a brand-new

diagnosis of type 2 diabetes.

It shook our world.

Looking back, it wasn’t surprising.

My dad’s mom had type 2 diabetes too—she was blind and a double amputee by the time she passed.

His dad died from a heart attack at 65.

I knew this could easily be my dad’s future… unless something changed.

So I changed.

I left my plans of managing a beach resort behind and went back to school to become a dietitian.

I couldn’t imagine life without my Pops.

I needed to help him live—not just longer, but better.

And I did.

He lived 31 more full years after that 5-way bypass. He got to see me graduate.

He saw me land my dream job at the diabetes center I still work at today.

He met his grandchildren. He traveled, celebrated, and kept working well into his 70s.

That experience shaped everything I do.

I know what it’s like to feel overwhelmed by diabetes. I also know what’s possible when it’s well managed.

That’s why I make it simple. No gimmicks. No judgment.

Just real support for real people who want to take control—one meal at a time.

I’ve found my purpose, and I love what I do.