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Known as the Iron Girl of Andhra Pradesh, Malleswari is an Indian weightlifter. Her career began with a bang when she won the National Junior weight lifting championship, her first professional lifting competition. In 1992, she went on to win three silver medals in the Asian championship and three bronze in the world championship. By the age of 20, she had already made an international name for herself.
In 1995, Malleswari won the world weightlifting title in her class (54 kg) with a new record, by lifting 113.0 kg in the clean and jerk. She even won the contest’s gold medal by beating the previous record of 112.5 kg. She additionally won the 1995 Asian championship, the Senior National Weightlifting Championship in 1997 (breaking her own records in the process) and earned India’s first medal, a weightlifting silver, in the 1998 Asian Games. Malleswari was even named the Indian National Champion for nine years (twice in the 52 kg category and seven times in the 54 kg category), making her one of the most eminent weightlifters in Asia.
Malleswari topped off her career by making it to the 2000 Sydney Olympics, where she won the bronze. This made her the first Indian woman to ever win a medal in the Olympics.
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NPR’s Project Xpat is aimed to get a “peek into the lives and thoughts of Americans who are not living in America.” With their 10-word question, they wanted a 10-word (or less) answer.
One of my fellow expatriate friends who is studying abroad with me in Hong Kong sent our program mates the link and so I decided to check it out.
The basic questions were easy to fill out: name, where in America do you consider home, where are you currently living, why are you currently abroad.
Then there was the actual question. They gave examples, but I wanted to be.. “unique.” So the first answer I came up with was: Day by day my understanding of the world keeps growing. It seems too much like a cliche, and something that was a little bit shallow, in my opinion. So I asked myself, “What have I gotten out of from living in Hong Kong thus far?” Well, to be honest, that first answer is true. Spending so much time around another country’s culture opens up the senses to be just that much more… sensitive. Sometimes i notice things I usually wouldn’t, or wouldn’t want to notice.
I thought back to my initial answer, and, well, I could make it a bit more specific. Then I came up with: The more I understand others, the more I understand myself. Once again, it seemed too cliche. And with my odd obsession of being “unique,” I actually googled those ten words. Granted, there was no exact combination that Google found, but I thought that this saying just seemed all too familiar.
Then I went on to think about who else, other than myself, mattered while abroad. Family and friends. My next answer: The further I get from family, the closer we become. Once again, I googled this. I fell upon the lyrics of a song that went “The further I drive away, the closer we become.” Meh. It was basically the same. So much for uniqueness.
What about friends? When staying in contact with everyone become impossible, you choose. Well ouch… that’s harsh, and was also true for when I was back in America.
This is harder than I thought…
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- Having sex every day. - Saving sex for your wedding night. - Never having sex. - Having sex with different people. - Having sex with one person. - Having sex with a person of your same gender. - Loving sex. - Hating sex. - Being loud. - Being quiet.
The only thing wrong with sex?
When it’s not consensual.
Because that’s not sex. That’s rape.
Reblogging again because this post is so important.
Your wellness doesn’t do a sudden 180 when you gain or lose a single pound. You aren’t “fat” at three pounds over your imagined goal weight, nor are you automatically “fit” if you happen to reach it.
You aren’t guaranteed “healthy” at BMI 24.9. You aren’t guaranteed “unhealthy” just .1% higher at BMI 25 either.
If your run time was five seconds slower today than it was yesterday, it was still a good run.
If you set out to squat 200 today but could only squat 195, that mere 5lb discrepancy does not signify a failure.
If you missed your calorie goal by 100, it doesn’t change the fact that you had a fantastic day of solid nutrition. Be proud and feel good.
Fitness stats and body mathematics are useful to learn and satisfying to monitor, but they are limited. Remember that you are a complex organic machine whose operation cannot be dictated by formulas. Any numeric representation of your health and wellness - weight, BMI, body fat, calories, nutrient ratios, lifts, times - are only narrow tools that you can use to help you assess a wider, more complete perspective of your overall state of being. One second only matters to competing athletes, one pound only matters to your insurance company, and one calorie only matters to an obsessive mind. Don’t let yourself get tied down and wrapped up in calculations; the complexity of your fitness potential is too great to waste time reducing yourself to a pile of numbers.
There’s this guy. He’s perfect. He’s everything that I want to be. He’s traveled to so many different places in the US, Europe, Africa, and Asia. He was even in Myanmar the same time I was this year. It’s amazing at just how cultured and understanding he is of people of different ethnicity. He’s got a great memory and is so knowledgeable about just about everything. History and culture are the two things he loves the most. He knows Danish, English, German, and Swahili. This guy is from Denmark and I am falling for him.
He is the most romantic person in my personal life thus far. He’s taken me out to a bar. He showed me around our college campus to the beautiful sights and the best and coolest hang out spots. We sat poolside, talking and not talking, holding me in his arms. We kissed, we touched, and we both definitely loved the moments we were together. He’s charming and charismatic. He knows just what to say. He has manners and knows how to treat a lady. He took me to one of the tall skyscrapers and we had wine as we watched the skyline and the light show in Central of Hong Kong. He wanted to take me out to dim sum, but the restaurants were all closing, so we ended up just ordering take out and going to his rooftop for dinner. It was raining, so he brought out a huge umbrella and covers we could sit on. He held the umbrella to shelter us as I fed him the noodles and rice with chopsticks. He bought even more wine for us. So I was a pretty happy drunk that whole night. Made me a little less awkward in his company.
(He loves to say that. Whenever we spend a night together, the next day he would text me and say: I just wanted to say thanks for another great night in your company!)
Then just last night, we went to try to have dim sum again. This time was much more successful. The food was delicious and quite cheap for the amount that we got. I paid for dinner that night since he paid for the wine and dinner last week. Afterwards, he took me out to a bar and we sat down for a drink, holding each others’ hands and chatting. The way he touches me, even just on the hands, sent chills up and down my body. “The right fingers in the right spot.” Then after that was when he took me down towards Victoria Harbor for a stroll. The view was beautiful, his company was much appreciated. The kisses were great, his touches were desired. Then later, we went back to his apartment. At first, we were just laying down, me in his arms, and he was showing me a little bit about the Danish as well as the photos of his travels. He is quite the artist.
He especially excels in the art of making love. He knows how to talk to a lady during these intimate moments. As usual, he had the right words at the right time. He’s the perfect balance of modesty and cockiness, with a great sense of humour. “The Danish are the happiest people in the world.” And I can believe that. Not once have I seen him frown, nor does he talk about anything that really irks him. He’s someone that constantly radiates positivity. He’s quite the optimist, which is admirable.
He’s my handsome.. handsome stork.
Unfortunately last night was our final moment together. I hope to run into him later in the future. He’s always on the go, so I’m sure I’m not the most special girl in his life. I just hope to be one that is memorable and leaves an impression.
Friendzoning is bullshit because guys use it with the implication that women owe them something. Liking a girl does not mean you are entitled to her. If she likes you as more than a friend and wants to date you, then good for you, but you have no place to expect anything from her simply because…