I don't know about you, but we had A LOT of snow here this year. Every time I cleaned off my car three more inches had fallen again. After all of that shoveling, I was hungry. Multiply shoveling by about ten and that's how hungry I was in January and February. By March, I stepped on the scale and weighed more than I had ever before. That was my wake up call.
As the snow was melting, I could smell summer: hot dogs, hamburgers, strawberry short cake, funnel cake! mmmhmmm. Who doesn't hit the panic button in March and go diet/exercise crazy? We see the bathing suits on the racks and see our stomach in the mirror and think, "How will I ever walk on the beach without looking like a beached whale?"
This year I tried something different. I didn't freak out and try to lose a million pounds in a month, I took it slow, gave up Starbucks pastries for 40 days, and went to the gym at least 3 times a week. Lent has it's advantages when you're not only giving up something, you're also making a promise to yourself to live your life better. By the end of the 40 days I had lost 8 pounds!