Saul had gotten Sam to give up the drinking relatively easy. He didn't much care for the smell of the absolutely vile cigars she found to smoke, but he knew that she needed something in the place of alcohol, and simply asked her to just smoke outside.
The bacon was proving to be a harder fight.
He got the feeling that it would be easier if he were the wife and she the tried to impart the importance of eating well upon his wife, who smiled slightly condescendingly and said that she had been eating at Hagra's all these years and never had any problem. He then tried to talk with Cheery, who he knew brought Sam food at work about maybe bringing her a salad instead, but she just nodded and smiled and, Saul just knew, kept bringing her those dratted BLT's.
Well, at least he could get some quinoa and museli in her at the house, as long as he provided the massive amounts of chutney and mustards and pickles she required to eat any of it.