bad choice (lyn)

My weight is higher than I want it to be.  124.2.  I go to Weight Watchers this morning and don’t weigh-in.  Then I compound the problem when Gail suggests a quick breakfast after.  I decide not to eat, but then, I’m hungry.  So what do I get?  Not the smart fruit platter like Gail orders.  No, I get a cappuccino and toasted cranberry scone with butter.  But the good conversation compensates for my poor choice.  At least that's my rationale.  Weak, I know.  The conversation would have been no less good had I ordered an apple.