A good laugh is like medicine.
My girl friends and I figure we added about five years to our lives last weekend during our trip to Nashville. At one point, we were laughing so hard we had to stop the car. I had tears running down my face.
In this scary, swine flu infested world, a ray of hope has worked its way through the puny ozone layer.
Could it possibly be true that good ole-fashioned laughter is a more effective elixiri for what ails us than expensive medications or hours of therapy? That’s what reliable new studies are telling us.
This is fabulous news. Perhaps a good laugh could offset some of the risks associated with eating those evil cupcakes, white bread and real buttah. It’s certainly more fun than 30 minutes on the stairmaster.
This might save Paula Deen, the cooking channel’s southern chef who announced recently that she likes to wear her underwear on her head while cooking – primarily to keep stray hair from falling into the food. The vision of her mixing and stirring in her Vanity Fairs just cracks me up.
I hesitate to follow her lead because I like to combine my cooking and gardening chores. Imagine what the neighbors would think if I wandered outside wearing my unmentionables on my head to deadhead the roses. On the other hand, they would get a good laugh and add a few minutes to their lives.
Studies show the physiological effects of a single one-hour session viewing a humorous video enables the body to manufacture anti-viral and anti-tumor defenses. In short, sour pusses get sick more than their fun-loving counterparts.
So to all you skeptics who make fun of me for watching old sitcoms and whooping it up with Andy and Barney, Lucy and Raymond, lighten up a little. As it turns out laughter really is the best medicine.