The English language has over a million words, yet lacks the word for a sensation I experience at least three times a week -- that mixture of self-loathing and satisfaction one feels after eating something incredibly unhealthy but incredibly delicious. If I were to make up a word for this, I'd call it "chocohate," inspired by my love-hate relationship with anything chocolate-related.
For example, here's a situation where I would use it. A few years ago, I discovered Girl Scout cookies, namely Samoas (#myonlytruelove). During that winter, my family literally bought 20 boxes of Girl Scout cookies. You might think I'm exaggerating or joking, but no, I actually kept count and that was the number that we purchased. "Coincidentally," that was also the year when puberty hit me like a truck and my face actually looked like a zit farm. (Sugar does crazy stuff to your hormones, kids.) As I scarfed down boxes of cookies, I felt simultaneously overjoyed and disgusted with myself. Chocohate would have definitely been useful in that situation.
For example, here's a situation where I would use it. A few years ago, I discovered Girl Scout cookies, namely Samoas (#myonlytruelove). During that winter, my family literally bought 20 boxes of Girl Scout cookies. You might think I'm exaggerating or joking, but no, I actually kept count and that was the number that we purchased. "Coincidentally," that was also the year when puberty hit me like a truck and my face actually looked like a zit farm. (Sugar does crazy stuff to your hormones, kids.) As I scarfed down boxes of cookies, I felt simultaneously overjoyed and disgusted with myself. Chocohate would have definitely been useful in that situation.