My Cardboard Balcony

I ran three miles a day, ate nothing but the nutritious food, drank water, and sipped milk to strengthen my bones. And yet, I was fat. I weighed a lot more than I had when I hadn't worked out, and all I could do was determine that the more powerful I got, the bigger I got. So I pumped iron until my arms were as big as my head and my gut protruded proudly from above my belt.