Sunday, February 11, 2007

The Duchess of Pork

I was going to reveal my enormously helpful theory on diet and exercise in this blog (Next time; I promise), but I got sidetracked after receiving “A personal message from Sarah, The Duchess of York.” (That’s her pictured, not me, in case you might be confused.) Her note was included in a solicitation to subscribe to
Weight Watchers Magazine.

My initial reaction was, fee, fie, fo fum, Fergie. Even though not an official royal anymore, you still have money and personal trainers and professional chefs to help you achieve a fine figure.

But after giving the matter additional consideration and doing a bit of research on the Internet, I came to a grudging admiration for this woman, not just for losing weight but for literally remaking her entire life. When her marriage to His Royal Highness Prince Andrew of England began to crumble, Fergie did what most of us do when we’re unhappy; she shopped and she ate.

By the late 1980s, early 1990s, she had accumulated millions of pounds of debt as well as quite a few around her hips. In cruel headlines, the British tabloid press labeled her, “the Duchess of Pork.”

Redemption occurred when Sarah, no longer known as Fergie, came to America, got thin, and cleaned up her reputation (A wicked streak of Schadenfreude causes me to illustrate one memorable occasion of her naughtiness: a 1992 topless, toe-sucking frolic on the French Riviera with a Texas businessman.) Nonetheless, she soldiered on to author several children’s books, champion many charities, and join the ranks of “Rent-a-Royal,” becoming the spokesperson for numerous publicity campaigns in this country, including Weight Watchers. She eventually made enough money to to reimburse Queen Elizabeth, who had paid Fergie's debt to the British treasury, and become wealthy in her own right.

The moral here, if there is one: When someone has turned her life around, you can’t simply ascribe it to position or luck or money; she has also made a tough decision and stuck with it.

Oh, by the way, I signed up for the magazine.
Not because the Duchess asked, but because of their offer of scores of winning recipes, like..."Chocolate cheesecake. Fudgy Frosted Brownies. Rum Truffles. Carrot Cake....Recipes that SATISFY -- and help you lose weight."

I was hungry.

E-you, darlings

Aunt Rose

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