Thus far in May I've been binge-free; however, yesterday at the end of the workday a s**tstorm erupted, with me in the middle. Completely stressed out, I headed for the nearest candy counter (working in a university, there are PLENTY of those). I purchased the BIGGEST box of Reese's Pieces I could find (you know, the ones that could double as a life raft), left the building, ripped them open...
...and tripped.
OH, THE HUMANITY!! Reese's Pieces littered the ground like tiny, delicious candy casualties. Shocked, I picked up the box, and dumped the remaining 2 into my hand. Then I popped them into my mouth.
And you know what? I wasn't even a little bit sad. In fact, I started to laugh. I'd inadvertently avoided consuming several hundred calories of candy, still gotten my little bit of sweet, and broken the stress all in one fell swoop.
I don't believe in karma or fate, but a happy coincidence is happy nonetheless.