About Me

Michael’s Personal Story

The perfect storm-setting the stage for lifelong blood sugar issues, and prediabetes:

As early as my active childhood, I was developing chonic issues with my blood-sugar, and with my body weight-I just didn’t know it yet.  Food, given as a reward in my home, was my way of dealing with stress & sadness, celebrating an occasion, or passing time when I got bored.

Can you relate?

After college, and during the first times when stresses from”the real world” set in, my friend Elsie, that I hadn’t seen in a year, said I put on at least 50 pounds.  The sad part was, I didn’t even know it!  I went through old pictures, though, and realized I had.  The shame I felt after looking  I was determined to make a change!

Failed attempts at standard recommendations, and downward spiral into my mid 30’s:

After my initial wake-up call, I knew I was starting to have problems, and looked for help.

My doctor told me I needed to lose weight, and I listened to health experts who suggested I walk more, switch to ‘whole grain bread’, and eat a low-fat diet which included lots of fruits and vegetables.  For awhile, my will-power worked, but I knew I was having problems.  I was now drinking lots of water, and having to use the bathroom very frequently.  In addition, I felt so much self-disgust at my inability to control my night-eating.

Hitting Rock Bottom

Me in my mid-30's

Me in my mid-30’s

I remember in my mid-30’s waking up through the middle of the night after another night-binge.  I told my wife that

I didn’t think I’d live much longer.  I so wanted to have the joy we talked about when we first got married of living a long, healthy life together, but no longer felt like there was no more hope.

I felt like I failed her as her spouse, and like I failed myself. Above all, I just felt worthless.  I had no control over my diet, no control over my energy fluctuations, saw that my legs were beginning to turn blue, and knew that prediabetes, which had affected several of my family members, was now coming for me. I really wanted God to take my life, because I felt I couldn’t handle it any more.

Going against the grain and finding hope

I failed at about every diet there was.  I kept trying and kept persisting.  It’s funny, but even with all of my schooling, and all of my education, you’d think that I’d have all of the answers.  But sadly, so much of what I had been told was the same thing that was keeping me fat, and having uncontrollable blood sugar issues.  There’s reasons that I won’t get  into for now, but it’s just important to say that the ‘experts’, much of the time, give bad advice.

Over time though, I worked, persisited, researched, and learned what being healthy actually was.  I was able to naturaly reverse my prediabetes.  And what’s more, I was able to get my health back.  It took time, but I was able to do it.  And for that, I am so thankful.

My ensuing passion:

Over time, I began working with clients who had the same problems as myself.  I’ve found myself working busy married people, diagnosed prediabetic, not satisfied with conventional options of drugs and lifestyle recommendations they were given, and is want to finally regain control over food, and naturally reverse thier prediabetes.

What I wish I could have told the younger me whose health struggled so much:

Sometimes, while going to sleep, I wish I could sit down with my younger self, and let him know how much hope there was for him.

What exactly would I say?

I’d first let him know that I realize he probably wouldn’t believe me-after all, after so many years of failure, how could he possibly?  And then I’d reassure him that I understand his pain.

Then, I’d tell him how I’ve been through the exact thing that he is going through, and that he’ll get through it.  As much as his heart is breaking, I’d reassure him that his life would soon improve, and that his best years were still ahead of him.

If he could just muster faith to believe me for just a minute, I’d tell him that someday very soon, he’d stop feeling the guilt, social isolation, and embarassment he so often felt.

I’d tell him that the agony of another day of failed eating would soon be replaced by the joy of feeling satisfied, energetic, and vibrant once again.

I’d tell him that the energy he could no longer get to spend with his wife and friends would soon be replaced-and that he’d spend so much more time with the people he loves.

More than anything, I’d tell him that I’ve been in his shoes, that I care, and that I can help.

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-Dr. Michael Tremba