Yummy mummy?

Next week Tallulah is two months old and i guess it's time to deal with this baby fat. I call it baby fat but you know it's not. I spent five months eating for a whole football team. (First three months i just ate breadsticks and green apples, and i was only pregnant for 8 months.) my twelve day vacation to Resort Hospital, combined with the birth of a five pound baby, probably resulted in a little weight loss. But then i came home and oh my god. I have literally sat a whole in the sofa and as i sit there i am surrounded by biscuit crumbs and chocolate wrappers. It's okay, breastfeeding burns 500 calories a day, and i breastfeed for around 20 hours a day (not a joke) so surely i'm burning double. Not! I am fatter now than whilst i was pregnant. I guess that's what happens when you eat 2000 calories worth of biccies every day. Why am i surprised? The other issue is that Tallulah hates the pram. I have tried but rarely made it to the end of the road, so if i want to go out i have to take the car like some lazy American. But at last, eight weeks in, i have found the perfect solution for my kangaroo baby: a sling. Today i walked, walked woohoo, to tesco and back and baby T slept like a baby (?) the whole time. Ignore the fact that i hadn't considered how to get the shopping home and that i had to phone daddy (i know...) to come and pick it up. I bought biscuits by the way... So now i can go out, walk, be a yummy mummy, and come 11th September no more biscuits...