I remember during the roughest time in my disorder last year, I went to the beach. I walked inside of a ice cream shop and asked what they had that was sugar free. The boy looked at me and said, "But sugar is the good part." And smiled, probably unaware of how deeply involved I was in my disorder. I ended up getting a kids cup of sorbet and felt guilty for it. Something in me though changed that day, hearing a voice so carefree, so... Normal regarding food. I'll never forget that.