Measuring Progress with Gingerbread & Other Tales of Eating Disorder Recovery
But only if you do your part! It was the shortest day of the year, the winter solstice, and it was a dark and rainy day here in the Boston area. And I was home sick with a bad head cold. It was enough to put me in a rather gloomy mood, if it weren’t for some bright spots from this past week that lightened my mood. Perhaps they’ll brighten yours, too. Hannah had not had the easiest time these past several months. Besides her eating disorder, which ranges from anorexia to binge eating, she’s been struggling with depression. Yet after many months of working with her team her progress shined through. No, I’m not talking about measuring her progress in pounds—her weight fails to reflect the recent progress that’s just starting to emerge. Ahh, the feeling of eating and trusting it's going to be okay... Rather, I heard her describe for one of the first times, her interest in food—in its taste, and in its texture. I heard her say that she realized that she actually didn’t lik...