It's over. I'd like to comfort you and tell you the classic "it's not you, it's me", but it's you. It's totally, all, 100% you. You try to be sweet, and boy are you sweet, but later the sting comes. The stomach ache, the feeling of failure, the pounds on the scale. That's what you do.
Today I quit you. Today I decided that, for me, you are evil and I don't want evil in my life. At all, period. Maybe one day we'll work something out where I can see you here and there, a friends with benefits situation, but for now I need my space.
Goodbye refined sugar. It's 4 PM and I haven't seen you today, won't see you this evening, and hope to not see you for a long time.