Following on from my Instagram post....
I think we should break up.
For so long I stood on you every morning, letting you make or break my mood for the day. For about six months last year, you gave me fairly consistent "good news", making me feel like we were meant to be. As I got leaner, and you read out a lower number, I loved you more and more.
I haven't seen you much lately, because I was scared of what you might say. I was right. You made me feel terrible about myself every time we met. But I still remembered how you used to make me feel, so I kept going back - hoping that it might be like the good old days. But it wasn't.
So I took a break from you. But this week I had been feeling good about myself. Without you I was feeling confident in myself. For some reason, I thought that this meant I needed to visit you to make sure these feelings were justified. You responded by yelling at me, with a big fat "no". You told me that I shouldn't be feeling strong, confident or happy. And, I almost believed you.
After a lot of thought, I've decided that you're not right for me. For now, at least, I think we should break up. Please don't call, because I'm not ready to speak to you yet.
It's not me, it's you.