When I was a little girl I used to love ice-cream. The ice-cream shop was a thing of wonder and did I ever enjoy those waffle cones – the more chocolate, the better. As I grew older, ice-cream became a thing of comfort for me and one day that all changed. When I learned what calories and fat and sugar were and how I was supposed to look a certain way it all changed. And then I found myself either avoiding ice-cream altogether or limiting it to sorbet in a cup. So what happened to that girl who couldn’t get enough of the waffle cones dipped in chocolate? Now, a couple of years into recovery from NP Bulimia, I can frame situations with a cup or cone mentality. Am I restricting myself? Am I exercising because I feel guilty or because I really want to? It’s all about finding balance and taking recovery a day at a time. I no longer feel guilty choosing the cone, and everyday I get closer to choosing the cone a little bit more.