Monday evening and I’m feeling exhausted. I’m tempted to reach for the sugar, the crisps, the chips and anything else unhealthy that I can get my hands on. Monday evening and my motivation levels are in my boots and  holidaying there it seems. This isn’t just Monday blues, I’ve been feeling like this for a few weeks now. I keep telling myself that  it’s not going to last, that it will pass soon and black dog will leave and not come back. But the black dog wants to be taken out for a walk and run around and make me feel even worse. He wants me to play ball with him and throw him a stick, give him some bait to chase after. I’m reluctant to give in to his wants. You see, I’ve spent the last few weeks (and years in all honesty) throwing him that stick and playing…