When my doctor says, "You ought to lose weight" I say "Har har HARDY har har!"
Why do I say that? It's obvious that with my back and my general shape I am not going to go to the gym to flail around on the weight machines willy-nilly. If someone were to ask me, "How do you perform a standing dumbbell cobra with alternate arms?" my answer would be to hire a guy.
But you see, my plan is to laugh my way into good shape!
You may laugh at that. Good! It's good exercise. Hey, I've got science on my side here.
While doing some research for work I came across a 2006 study from the London International Journal of Obesity. It's called "Energy Expenditure of Genuine Laughter." According to these chucklesome boffins, "Genuine voiced laughter causes a 10–20% increase in EE [energy expenditure] and HR [heart rate] above resting values, which means that 10–15 min of laughter per day could increase total EE by 40–170 kJ (10–40 kcal)."That's great! I can just laugh my way to health. I love to laugh; I love to read and watch funny stuff. And I'm not talking about the sarcastic ha-ha I do when I look at "news"papers or the clapter that follows feeding the crowd some bit of political stuff they like. I'm talking gut-busting laughs that make me crawl to get tissues as I try not to knock over any beverages. Damn straight that burns calories!
Now, you're probably wondering how long it will take for me to hyuk hyuk all my lard off. Let me do some math here.... If we take the old formula that states 3,500 cal (or kcal) = 1 pound, and 15 minutes of laughter burns 40 calories... 87.5... per hour, 21.875... round up to 22 (close enough)....
Looks like if I laugh around the clock for 46 days straight I'll be in excellent shape.
Um.
Hm.
Ah.
I wonder how many calories you burn by crying?
Laughter is the best medicine as well.
ReplyDeleteDo you know about Norman Cousins? In 1964 he was diagnosed with a rare tissue disorder, told he had a few months to live and that he should get his affairs in order.
So of course he fired his doctors, started taking massive doses of Vitamin C (sorry, Fred), and got himself a projector and a collection of Marx Bros. movies.
At the time, he said that he discovered that "ten minutes of genuine belly laughter had an anesthetic effect and would give me at least two hours of pain-free sleep".
He lived another 26 years.