I've been asked, since I celebrated the carnival season that ends with Mardi Gras, if I will forgo something for the season of Lent.
I'm not religious. I see no sense in participating in that which does not fit my life. I have, in the past, followed the tradition of Lent. In college, that place where you try on personalities and tradtions and philosophies, I once gave up chocolate, thinking that would improve my skin. Either the lack of chocolate worked or it was the constant cup of ice water that I kept with me so I wouldn't nibble on candy.
The next year I decided that pasta was the worst influence in my culinary life. That proved to be more difficult as my weekend cuisine consisted of mac and cheese, ramen, and the occasional can of Chef Boyardee. If memory serves me right, I didn't make the 40 days.
I've never had big vices or overindulgences. Giving up something that I don't do much is nonsensical. I could give up Popeye's Fried Chicken, though. That could be good for me.