Laughter Is The Best Medicine

I had to stay back late at work tonight for a teleconference with our UK office and I asked two of the girls who work for me to join in to gain experience. They are in their early twenties and saw it as a great excuse to hang out and order pizza, which was fine with me too. I tried to order a garden salad, but I saw the look in their eyes and felt like I was being a downer, so it didn't take much convincing for me to cave in and get a pizza.

Anyway, 15 minutes into the conference call we are eating our pizza (as quietly as possible) when one of the girls found part of a clam shell on her pizza. I whispered that it looked like a tooth and for some reason it set us off with the giggles. The more I tried to hold back my laughter, the worse it got, until I exploded and ran out of the room.

I thought I got myself under control, then of course I just had to look at her and we both lost it again and had to run out of the room so that my colleagues in the UK couldn't hear me. I finally went back into the meeting just in time for the meeting chair to say "What about you Tully, how do you handle this situation?". I just looked at the girls and we all burst into hysterical laughter again because we had no idea what they were talking about.

It was horrendously embarrassing and I made a complete fool of myself in front of my colleagues, but it was just what I needed. I haven't laughed until I cried and my stomach hurt in god knows how long. All the way home I was still giggling to myself and I felt almost drunk from the silliness of it all. Even though I got home late, I didn't want the high to end so I decided to do something I haven't done in a very long time. I grabbed my iPod, put it on my 'party' music play list and sweated it out on the treadmill for half an hour. I was singing off key at the top of my lungs and dancing on the treamill.

So I have worked out the secret to weight loss, I just need to laugh more!