Psychotic Anomaly

So my day today... it was just awful. So, unbearably terrible that every moment it comes to mind me stomach clenches tightly and I get nauseous.
I believe I already explained my mother and I and our relationship, but this afternoon it was taken to a new level as I prepared my lunch. Because of how I was measuring everything, I got a lot of nasty comments from her. When I finished boiling the noodles, I found that there was at least twice as much as I wanted for my soup. I saved the other half, which made my mom's head explode. She kept yelling at me, things like 'one more ounce of fucking noodles won't kill you,' and 'oh my god, just put them in.' Now I know that I overreact at the way I count every last calorie, but her - she threatened to send me to a psychologist over about two ounces of noodles.
And shortly after the whole scene, she did. I have an appointment at 10:30A.M. on Thursday. Isn't it obvious enough that I'm horribly depressed? She thinks that someone like that can help me - what she doesn't know is that they can only hurt me. The idea of being thought of as crazy destroys me from the inside out. I hate being treated like some kind of psychotic anomaly. I can feel my eyes tearing up every second I think about sitting in that sterile, confined office with a person coaxing me into being normal.