I have to end our relationship. It’s not you, it’s me. I’ve changed and I just don’t seem to want you anymore. It’s not that I don’t care what you have to tell me, but the numbers just don’t seem to matter. I weigh what I weigh and what you tell me won’t make any difference. I feel good these days and I don’t need you to tell me otherwise.
There’s other ways to confirm what is happening. I can tell if I’m gaining or losing by the tightness of my clothes. I can tell the good days from the bad and I don’t want to base my success on the numbers you tell me. There are other successes in this journey besides your digital readout. And frankly, sometimes I think you lie to me.
So good-bye. You’ve tortured me enough. I know this will be hard on me because you’ve been a weekly reminder for over a year now, but I’m over it. I want to feel my way though this based on other factors, not just a number. I am eating fresh healthy foods because it tastes better. I scarcely eat sugar because it makes me sluggish. I exercise because it gives me energy. I’m doing what feels right for me and I don’t want you or anyone else to tell me it’s not working, because for me this way is working just fine.
So good luck to you. I wish you well. I’m sure you’ll find someone who will appreciate you as much as I once did.