If you believe what you read in the papers, this coming week is when we're supposed to feel at our most miserable. Blue Monday looms large on the calendar and we'll feel most like jacking in our New Years resolutions around 17th - settling down with a family sized bar of Dairy Milk and sobbing into our third glass of red, as we bemoan the fact it's all gone horribly wrong and we'll never *lose weight/control our drinking/be happy (*insert source of misery here). But I'm not