The "ideal" body weight is a malign concept invented by morose misandrists who hate it that we men enjoy life. Who in their right Christian mind is ever going to try and please those socialist spinsters?
Step on a scale? Pfffft, too busy happily enjoying all of the tender mercies of our Triune God.
Besides, it is not a matter of "ideal" body weight that ought be the concern of man but, rather, whether or not there is Sanctifying Grace in his soul.
Step on a scale to satisfy the post-christian secular Miss Grundy's? Pfffffft. Go frequently to Confession and Holy Communion.
Amateur Brain Surgeon is going to celebrate the Oakland Raiders first appearance in an NFL Playoff game in nearly two decades by making a Yuge Sunday Gravy consisting of olive oil, garlic, onions, 8 big chunks of boneless country style pork ribs, 42 homemade meatballs, and 12 homemade italian sausage links submerged in a bumpy sea of Nina's Italian Tomatoes.
It's always a good idea to make the Sunday Gravy a few days ahead and then to let it sit quietly in the refrigerator so all of the flavors can slowly blend together so it will taste as good as the kitchen of ABS now smells.
His kitchen smells so good that, by comparison, the kitchen at Massimino's (North End Boston) smells like the inside of a discarded Beefaroni tin.
ABS will make some puissant garlic bread and drink some wine and watch the first half and then he and his family will eat at half time.
And that's all she wrote...