Have you ever had this experience? You’re dating somebody and then – WHAM! – out the blue, they tell you they’re done. You’ve gained weight, they say, or you just aren’t what you used to be. Everything is “you this,” and “you that.”
So you spend the next few weeks dejected – moping around, crying and being a general mess.
Finally, you can’t stand the misery anymore, so you go to the gym. (Or a therapist, or your mom, for that good down-South cooking)