The Origin of This Community

A real story — measured, lived, tested, and verified.

The Inheritance We Never Questioned

My story does not begin with me. It begins with my mother.

In the 1980s she was diagnosed with diabetes. I was between nine and ten years old. I grew up hearing what was repeated as absolute truth: that diseases are natural, that we must learn to live with them, and that some are even “sent by God.”

As a child, I accepted that idea. I became a spectator. I believed there was nothing to be done.

My mother followed every instruction she knew: eating “healthy,” consuming large amounts of fruits and vegetables, using herbal remedies, even going as far as drinking her own urine. She was willing to try anything. She avoided meat. She avoided the sun because we were told it caused cancer. She lived permanently in the shade.

She never broke her relationship with sugar. From processed foods to spoonfuls taken directly to sweeten her mouth. Sometimes she would even confuse sugar with salt. It was funny because of the faces she made — until it stopped being funny.

Her health deteriorated over the years.

In 2007 she fractured her hip after a fall, and over time she began losing her sight. By 2012, I was diagnosed with diabetes.

She cried. She told me it was the worst disease God had sent her, but that she accepted it humbly because that was His will. And now I had it too. We both believed my diabetes was hereditary. Modern science said the same.

I resigned myself.

On February 10, 2018, my mother died blind, after decades of obeying exactly what she had been told.

When Life Holds Up a Mirror

On September 19, 2017, one of my daughters was born — Sahara Ximena. My mother was able to touch her, kiss her, and bless her with her hands.

I chose the name Sahara for what it represents: immense, mysterious, powerful, untamed, filled with hidden treasures. Over time I noticed something that still shakes me: she was born on the same day as my birthday.

I looked at her… and I saw myself.

If my mother’s destiny had been that, was it also mine? And my daughter’s?

That thought split me in two.

On November 27, 2020, my other little girl was born — Angelina Guadalupe, carrying my mother’s name. She was born premature at seven months, with multiple health complications.

Today I know something I did not understand then: I was already too sick.

Doing “Everything Right” and Still Getting Worse

I searched for answers where everyone searches: exercise, discipline, willpower. The message was clear: eat less and move more.

I began training while obese, hypertensive, and diabetic. It was painful. I thought it hurt because I was doing it wrong, but I continued because my desire to live was stronger than the pain.

To improve, I pursued certifications: first as a fitness and strength trainer, then as a trainer specialized in women, and later in obesity and type 1 and type 2 diabetes.

I weighed food. I counted calories. I measured portions.

Results? Yes. My glucose dropped from over 200 mg/dL to 126 mg/dL. That is called controlled diabetes.

But it was not reversal.

I believed that was the price to pay.

The Word That Changed Everything

On the night of May 9, 2022, my daughter Sahara, almost five years old, took my phone to watch TikTok. A video appeared of a bald man saying, “Fruit is not food — leave it to the birds.”

I thought he was crazy and took the phone away.

But that night I couldn’t sleep. I stayed up watching his content until dawn. I began seeing more material about diabetes reversal.

I searched for the definition of reversal, and something broke open in my mind.

The next day I told the mother of my daughters: “Today, May 10, I begin a new path.”

Measuring to Know the Truth

On January 13, 2022 my labs showed: HbA1c 9.6%, glucose 211 mg/dL, triglycerides 325 mg/dL. My doctor wanted to prescribe statins.

I chose to measure before obeying.

From May 10 to June 14, the numbers spoke: HbA1c 6.6%, glucose ~120 mg/dL, triglycerides ~120 mg/dL. No statins.

I continued alone, without imposing, persuading, or forcing, even though many judged me for abandoning tortillas and beans.

On June 14, 2023, the moment of truth arrived.

My HbA1c was 5.5%, below even the risk range. That was when I understood: diabetes could be reversed.

Leading by Example

I continued learning, applying, and measuring. The Modern Human Nutrition certification continues to evolve, integrating new protocols and tools to counteract the effects of an environment that changed faster than our biology.

Our biological system has not changed in 30,000 years. Our environment has.

The Plan

When I understood the core message and the responsibility to help others by informing through example, I turned to my older children.

We built a plan.

My son JR., still in high school, chose to train in computer systems. Later, he left a significant job opportunity to follow the plan we designed together.

In 2025, he graduated, and we entered university together to study Computer Systems Engineering with one goal: to build this community and our own platform.

I would be the communicator. He would be the developer.

We are not ready because of wisdom. We are ready because of attitude.

Not for Everyone

I do not seek to alarm or frighten anyone. I only share my story.

This community does not exist to impose. It exists to wait for those who decide to search.

The Meaning of All This

We do not promise miracles. We teach understanding. Because when someone understands their body, they stop resigning themselves.

Now I am going to walk barefoot, touch the earth, and take in the sun. Healing is not always a fight. Sometimes, it is a return to the origin.