I was feeling down while researching a genetic blood clotting mutation that I've been diagnosed with and just how complicated all the information seems. I came home and was thinking "I should just make today a cheat day and eat an entire plate of nachos." I headed for the chips and reined myself in to one serving—went for the cheese and was still thinking "no, really, I'm done for the day" but managed to go with just a slice of the reduced fat rather than heaping globs of shredded stuff.
I now have veggies in the oven.
This is not, of course, the nice salad I had intended to eat for lunch (in theory, I still could as I was at the low end of calorie range with planned lunch and this hiccough was only 180 calories), but I will be within my calorie and nutrition ranges thanks to my brain stopping my hands and mouth.