Gene Pools and Inheritance. What happened to me?
Yesterday I went to the gym—did the elliptical for 25 minutes and walked a mile. Tonight I plan to go to a Zumba class. Eating has been OK.
Hoarders
I've been watching a show on A&E titled Hoarders. It's about people who hoard possessions—virtually anything really including food. Psychologists say that people who hoard lack organizational skills and the ability to make rational decisions about what's really a keepsake and what's trash. Throwing anything away makes them anxious and can set them into a panic attack. Why am I bringing this up?
Well, I can see pieces of myself in this kind of behavior—not that I hoard things—but the lack of organizational skills and the inability to make decisions. But even more than that is that these people know what their doing is somehow not right and are ashamed of their behavior—yet they can't stop. Who does that sound like?
What did I inherit?
I guess through all of this TV watching I'm trying to figure out who I am. And why I do the things I do. Did you also know that much of this kind of behavior is also inherited? Yeah, they found the marker and everything. They also know that the brains of these people are different from people who don't hoard.
Truth: my mother was a hoarder. Our house never got to what the houses of the people on A&E look like—but it got pretty close. My sisters and I often tried to clean it all up. And then when Mom got older and couldn't care for herself, she stopped—mostly because she couldn't do it anymore.
I wonder if there's some kind switch inside me that will one day get flipped, and I'll turn into a hoarder. I hope not. Hoarding is related to obsessive/compulsive disorders. I'm pretty sure I have that. So what does this mean to me? Right now, I'm not sure.
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