Laying on the couch in my comfy pajamas, flipping through the channels I come across an old classic: “Dirty Dancing." I was ready to experience all of the passion between Baby and Johnny until I was rudely interrupted by a sequence of commercials for weight loss plans and products. I began to huff and puff as my cheeks turned red and flipped off the screen in rage. My siblings sighed and ignored my visceral reaction to the commercials. Somehow, it slipped my mind that it was New Year’s Day, the beginning of a month-long mental battle.