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.