It's not me, it's you

Dear Refined Sugar,
It really hurts me to do this, but I think we need to spend some time apart.  It's just that I have grown in ways I haven't expected...  Sideways.
When I really think about it, you are pretty awful.  You seem all sweet and nice, but you just want to hang around in places I would rather you stay away from. 
I know, we've had some good times over the years, but really, it's time.  Perhaps you and your pal High Fructose Corn Syrup can go and hang out with some teenagers with better metabolism.  You're right, I will probably be back.  Several times over.  But it's going to be just a short term thing, until I get my head back on straight.
Love,
Me