Hey—It’s Toffer.
I stopped eating at eight last night.
By ten this morning, I still hadn’t touched food. Fourteen hours had passed. Somewhere in the middle, my body shifted to burning fat. A quiet process I only notice when I pay attention.
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Breakfast came slow. Eggs first. Then coffee. A warm slide back into energy.
Writing disappeared in much the same way. Pages thinned, one by one, until the keyboard was silent. My head felt crowded. Screens. Messages. Conversations, all pushing their way in.
I started stepping away. Leaving the phone on the table. Letting calls wait. Walking with my hands in my pockets instead of holding a device.
At first the minutes dragged. Then they folded in on themselves. A week gone. In that space I could hear the grind of coffee beans, the sound of little feet in the hallway, the slow shift of afternoon light.
Now the words are coming back. A single line on the page. Another the next day. Hunger, if I let it linger, can make the return taste better.
Your Friend in Time,
Toffer
P.S. During the break, I built a page that updates four times a day. I call it Page Me — a phrase people used in the ’90s when phones couldn’t stalk you yet. Tiny time capsules, delivered daily (x4). Go see: https://www.timecraft.ph/page-me