Poor H -
D asked to go surfing today - big positive because usually she's too delusional about her "fat" appearance to want to get in her wetsuit (she used to LOVE surfing). So H takes her to the beach, she starts to get wiggy, he coaxes her into the water but she comes out after 15 minutes, deep in her eating disorder funk. I'm so disappointed for him, because he loves surfing with her so much, and it's so breaking his heart to see her this way.

Still, it was a baby step for her to WANT to go, even if she couldn't quite follow through on it - and we all know how inportant those baby steps are, don't we?

Ellie