Yep! I think that's the point, right? That once you start actually paying attention to what life is telling you, you realize that more stuff does not equal more happiness, and that the initial high always fades? :-)
It's funny, because I have come a full 360 on this. I started out enjoying the hell out of not spending money; it was like it was a game to see how much under budget I could come in. Because that's the way I was raised. When I did spend, I never got a "high," because the enjoyment was overridden by guilt.
Then, once DH and I married and became DINKs, he convinced me that I could loosen up. And after maybe 10 years or so, I definitely did. I remember the feeling of going into WHBM and dropping like $700, and walking out with all of these clothes that actually made me feel like I looked good.* Honestly, that was pretty powerful -- first-ever shopping high, with no guilt, because our accounts kept going up, and we could "afford" it.
But then I noticed that I couldn't ever replicate that feeling. I'd go into the store and spend a few hundred dollars and never feel quite as good about it (because, honestly, no other clothes *can* replicate the feeling of seeing yourself in that first awesome outfit after you've lost a bunch of weight, and saying "that's really me?"). And without the same high, I started to notice the outflow more, and over time began to resent the money that I could have been putting away.
So now I am back to, eh, don't really want to shop; I haven't been to WHBM in probably a year, and the only clothes I have bought in a couple of years are (1) necessary workout gear after starting CF, or (2) "oops, I have no work pants that fit." And when I do need something, I just look for it at Kohl's when I am there doing kid clothes anyway. But the nice thing is that it is not longer about guilt or fear; I just honestly don't care about that stuff any more, because I know that beyond having a basic wardrobe that fits me reasonably, shopping and clothes do not make me happy.
*I had lost @60 lbs and did, in fact, need an entirely new work-appropriate wardrobe -- the trip was spurred by a pending court appearance when I realized I had no suits that fit, or even separates that I could put together and pretend.