It’s the title of one of the chapters in my new book MOOSE. The Hate Diet. It’s not about hating diets; it’s about a diet that worked because I hated. Hate, not love, motivated me to lose weight. In spite of someone. Ever motivated by the deliciously dark side?
I wanted to lose weight to spite them. An “I’ll show you,” and the more I hated them, the more they strengthened my resolve. I wasn’t motivated by positive images of people who’d successfully lost weight as much as by the people to which I wanted to prove something. Take that, you goddamn chowder-house. I’m thin. I suppose it’s along the same lines as "the best revenge is being deliriously happy." My best revenge was being thin. Because you can’t really see happy; people can fake that. You can’t fake thin.