Low Expectations

As I was slicing my tomato to add to my small chicken breast sandwich this evening, I noticed that among the pieces of tomato that I ate for supper last evening was a little of that paper label they put on the bottom of the tomato at the grocery store. I remember now that I thought the skin was a bit tough chewing last evening. I further remember that I just assumed, since I am dieting (yes, again) that it was part of the mundane food fare that is part of the current diet. As a dieter, I seem to have very low expectations of the pleasure of my meal. No wonder it is hard to stay on these plans. Yet, I am committed.