Are Pop-Tarts really worth the shame involved?

I know what you mean. I look in the mirror and think to myself, "You disgust me! What the hell were you thinking? Was it worth it??" Usually it gets to the point where I need to call someone or take a few extra pills to settle down. Then I work out for about three to four hours straight until I feel like I'm going to p out. So I just crash on the floor for a while and then wake up in my own vomit. I mean, I just don't understand it. Yet, I can not turn away from them.