It's Christmas morning, 5 AM, and I haven't slept because the hunger pains hurt so bad. I haven't eaten in two days, both of which I walked 13,000 steps and worked open-close at my job as a cook, making meals for people's Christmas get-togethers. Gotta love the irony. I'm afraid that if I break the fast now, I'll just be taking away precious calories from tomorrow. I have a tub of cottage cheese in the fridge, and it's all or nothing. Either I eat all of it now, fix the hunger pains, but take away 540 calories from my 1000 limit on Christmas day, or I stay up for 48 hours and enjoy sweet, sweet food later today with the rest of my family. Christ, I'm breaking down.