Ups and Downs

Sometimes he's the sweetest, sometimes he's frustrating.
He likes to drink, and I have never been drunk in my life.  I don't think drinking stories are funny and I suppose I think men should drink a little but I get nervous when he orders a third pint...
He smokes, which ugh!  I can't stand.  I assume he's trying to quit because of the stroke but we haven't really talked about that.
He likes to eat, and I'm a fussy eater on a health diet.  I'm finding out just how much I don't know about food.  He also can't stop himself from eating if it's in front of him.  He bought ten dollars worth of fudge, which annoyed me, and I'm pretty sure he ate it all in one day.
I didn't eat candy for three years.  I admire discipline, and he doesn't seem to have it when it comes to what he puts in his body.  I think he's going to need it to get better from this stroke.  There's so much work ahead of him.

Aside:  My sister-in-law lent me The Brain that Changes Itself by Norman Doidge.  I recommend it to anyone- it's absolutely fascinating so far.  There's a chapter about love that I might blog about here in the future, if I remember.  Back the point, there's a chapter about stroke recovery where patients recover the use of paralyzed arms in two weeks.  Just two weeks, and all they have to do is prevent themselves from using the good arm by wearing an oven mitt or a sling.  I haven't discussed this with Walrus yet because miracle cure stories might be frustrating, but I'm convinced he could use the theory and help his own recovery....Any thoughts?

So much for the downs; now the ups.  I feel loved and beautiful.  That's why I'm still in this thing.  I found an article about what I think is preventing me from enjoying sex.  Basically I'm nervous and tense up and it hurts, which in turn makes me nervous...The good news is that it's curable if I do Kegel exercises; the bad news is no sex for a few weeks.  Walrus was very supportive and sweet when we talked about it.