Shopping is like a sugar high.

Sugar high = You indulge yourself in something so sweet it has enough sugar/carbs in it to equal your total daily allowance, except it's enough for TWO people. You feel bubbly and full of glee. Then you realize the amount calories you just consumed when reading the nutritional information on the empty wrapper, the sugar high wears off, and you slump down in your chair and do nothing, which leads to a guilty depression because you realize you just ate something that's going to add more fat cells to your thighs, hips, belly, butt, insert body part here.

Shopping = You spend a nice sum of money on stuff you want. (Clothes and shoes are only a necessity if you actually don't have a closet full of them, but we won't tell anyone.) You feel bubbly and full of glee. Then you get home, look over all your wonderful new stuff, put it away, and then find yourself in a slump of guilty depression because you realize you just spent money that surely could have been put towards something more useful.

Why does everything that's so good have to be so bad?