Last week I was dating and this week I'm cheating.

His name is Tyler. He played baseball in college and has one of those, well, nice baseball bodies. He has a shaved head. He blushes easily. Very easily. He is a personal trainer. He is my personal trainer. Well, he was until my fundage ran out. Which is why I'm cheating.

Brian told me I could not under any circumstances pay $99 to work out with someone- let alone a baseball body. I did anyways. I lied. I lied and you know what, I enjoyed every single second of my three one hour sessions. (Almost guilt free). It is one of the very first times I have ever kept a secret from my husband. Ever. I tell him everything. Everything except that I was working out with Tyler.

I have lost five pounds in the past two weeks. I learned so many great moves. Baseball Tyler tried to convince me to buy more sessions. After you pay $99 the price tag goes up. Go figure. If you want to see Tyler 8 more times you must pay $299. That seems like an awful steep increase to me. I cannot lie about $299. Goodbye Tyler. Hello awesome triceps and very mad husband.