Update!

Well, after being pissed off at my mom and she knew I was pissed off at her things came to a head. She apologized and broke down. She told me about how she felt and I could finally understand why my mom had been snatched by aliens, and a nasty robot put in her place. We laugh we mostly cried. Of course the topic of my weight came into it again. But this time I didn't shut up about it. And I told her the truth. I told her how I've been too embarrassed to tell anyone that I have problems with eating. She already knew that I was depressed, so I at least give her that much credit. She doesn't know how really bad its been. We are going to look for help so that I get out of this. We discussed this all night and I'm going to try the nutricionist again, but with some backup this time. My dad is going to help and go to the nutricionist with me. Let's see how that goes! She in turn will help by not harping on me about food or my weight. Let's see how much that's going to last. No I hadn't talked to my boobies about this eating problems but I was just so embarrassed by it. Someone helped me understand that it was better out in the open so that I wasn't alone and because I needed help and for that I give them my deepest heartfelt thanks. The depression thing is well... a family thing. There is a history of it in my family and I was scared to be put on pills for it... hell I'm still scared about it. But I guess that being scared about it isn't as bad as being scared to death of living. (Philosophical moment brought to you by Pampers... when ever you need to crap, we'll be there!)
Well it's all up in the air once again and my life is complicated, but for the first time in a long time I think I can handle it. I'm ok. But if you want details...call me.