I had my baby in October 2015. He was a stonking weight; 9 pounds 10 ounces. In the first picture taken of him, he looks like he may have a career already.
He was a hungry baby and I was a hungry mama (often quickly turning into a HANGRY mama) so the food game in our house was crucial. Fortunately my partner is a great cook and every night a huge array of CARBS were consumed. I didn't cook from scratch for the first three months as mainly my contribution to the food prep was making sure I bought packages that had instructions of 'How to oven bake'.
Once the summer arrived and my baby began to eat and enjoy food (and still does...he now goes to the cupboard and takes one of his bowls out when he is ready), I started to get back in the kitchen.
Lunch started to become a good hearty salad rather than a hurried piece of toast and slowly but surely I started to feel leaner and stronger. It wasn't until the autumn of 2016 that I felt like exercising again. Our baba hasn't been one of those babies who sleeps through the night (does anyone's?!) so sometimes walking in a straight line has been challenging, let alone attending something that threatens to be 'high impact'.