For the next week you take the powder twice a day and you feel stronger every day. You exercises everyday, swimming, walking or biking.
After a week of using the powder, you start noticing you're also eating a lot more. Actually, you don't notice it, your mum remarks on it at supper.
"Here, sweetie, I noticed that you're usually taking seconds, so I just gave you a bigger serving to start with," says your mum, as you sit down to a heaping plate of roast beef and garlic mashed at supper one night.
"Hey little bro, that looks like one of my plates," adds Mike playfully. "Finally starting to grow? You should come work out with me, after all, you don't want to get fat!" he chuckles, slapping his fat belly with his left hand.
"That sounds like a good idea," you say, and plough into the heaping plate of food. As you eat, you realise that you are eating more now - perhaps you need more food to grow muscles? You should ask Swizzle the next time you're in the mall - in the mean time, working out with Mike sounds like a good idea, most of your exercise this week has been cardio and you just know that with Mike there'll be more strength building. In the meantime, you think, rapidly emptying the plate, more food can only make you bigger...
In no time, the plate before you is empty, and you take seconds - another helping of everything nearly as big as the first. Your mum says nothing but smiles broadly; Mike, though, notices, and puts up his hand for a high five. "Way to go, bro!" he congratulates you, "welcome to the big leagues. Workout is at 8 pm!"
You finish off the seconds, and still have room for bread, lots of salad, and a double helping of dessert. "Mum's little boy is starting to grow," is your mother's quiet comment as you take a second piece of pie. Mike, not to be outdone by you, deliberately takes a third piece of pie.
After dinner you think you should feel stuffed, but you're just comfortably full. You've got almost two hours until the work-out Mike suggested; do you...