January has to be, quite possibly, the most dismal of all of our 12 months. And how couldn’t it be? It’s immediately after December; 31 days of pure holiday bliss, and it precedes February, the month of all-things lust and love. To add insult to injury, it’s that time of year where all of us make our next year’s resolutions.  I’m going out on a limb here: Does yours happen to involve a treadmill,  kale shakes and Adidas by Stella McCartney by any chance? Me too. The good news is that we’re not alone.