My Valentine’s Day Breakup Was Necessary & I Don’t Regret Breaking Up On That Day

I grew up fantasizing about perfectly romantic Valentine's Days: a candlelit dinner, Champagne, lavish gifts, and a good f*ck. I had many lame Valentine’s Days with my high school ex-girlfriend that didn’t live up to those expectations. We’d get one of our moms to drive us somewhere we could afford (which was NOT on brand with my dyke princess-ness) and insist that other friends were meeting us there.

When I met my next girlfriend, Grace, my freshman year of college, I was lit AF to celebrate Valentine’s Day as half a real adult. After we met, we hooked up instantly, fell in love, and moved in within two months of knowing each other (typical U-Haul lesbians — except all I had to do was carry my sh*t down the dorm hallway). Valentine’s Day was coming up quick, and we were both being extremely extra about planning it. She skipped class and took off work to cook all day, while I obsessively shopped. Our piles of presents were enormous.

We had the kind of Valentine’s Day I had always hoped to have. Grace pulled out all the stops: She set up a blanket fort with Christmas lights (very Tumblr chic), cooked homemade heart-shaped ravioli, and bought me a beautiful diamond necklace. Though we had only been dating for three months, we were sickly in love. Never mind the fact that we hardly knew each other’s middle names — we were completely enthralled with the excitement of a new relationship. I couldn't believe I had actually found another queer woman in suburban Long Island. That's harder than finding your jean size at Forever 21.

Stocksy/Katarina Radovic

It sounds over the top, but our celebration felt authentic. We weren't just acting out all the pre-conceived ideas we had about Valentine's Day — we really wanted to spoil each other. It was beautiful. But as time passed, our relationship grew more and more toxic. Grace would regularly upload #TBTs to our Valentine blanket fort, but we fought all the time. We might have been capable of buying each other lavish gifts, but we weren't acting like adults, and we couldn't navigate an adult relationship.

As our second Valentine's Day together loomed closer, I wanted to break up with her, but I didn't have the nerve. After all, I had finally gotten what I wanted — a hot girlfriend.  I had been neglecting everything: writing, classes, my family. My older cousin, Nina, noticed my behavior. Nina always seemed untouchable and way cooler than me; she would distantly engage with me at family functions, but wouldn’t hang out with me as a friend. When she showed up uninvited to my house and asked me for drinks, I knew there was a problem.

“You don’t seem right,” she said. “You’re dating a f*ckboy, aren’t you?”

Not only did I have to come out as a lesbian, I had to come out with the fact that I was in a terrible relationship that was sucking the life out of me.

I promised Nina that I would break up with Grace the next time I saw her, and in my heart, I knew I needed to. The next time I saw Grace happened to be on Valentine’s Day. She picked me up and passed me a small notebook. She had strung together pages, pasting in pictures of us and listing all her favorite things about our relationship. It should have been this beautiful, intimate moment, but it only made my desire to break up with her stronger. She hadn’t shown this thoughtfulness towards me since our first Valentine’s Day together a year ago.

As I tore through the pages, I felt bile rising in my stomach. As I read her favorite things about me and her favorite memories of us, the words of the pages blurred as my eyes threatened to spill with tears. I’ve felt fake before — for spray-tanning, getting lash extensions, and wearing two bras at once. But the hurt from pretending I was happy and that we were in a healthy relationship was too much of an illusion for me to keep up. Once I started crying, I couldn’t stop. Grace seemed annoyed. She kept signing deeply and tapping her fingers, waiting for me to finish.

“I want to break up, I’ve been wanting to break up,” I cried. I kept repeating the same variation of that sentence. I was the sad kind of drunk, which is even worse than the angry drunk.

When we were buying each other frivolous gifts like chocolates and flowers and diamonds, at least we were authentically happy. But the deeper our relationship burrowed, the less real our love felt. It was like we were dating in reverse and nothing made sense.

Valentine's Day helped me face the ugliest truths about my relationship. The holiday is a milestone that helps you define your relationship. It's how you hook your f*ck buddy into committing to you. It's how you can tell if your boyfriend is just passing the time with you or thinks you're wifey material. And it's how I knew my relationship was based on lies and illusions.

Grace and I broke up that day, got back together later, and then broke up again. But even though that first breakup didn't last, I felt empowered by summoning the nerve to break up with her on a day that's supposed to be full of love. I'm glad I finally worked up the courage to end a broken relationship, regardless of what the date on the calendar told me to do.

Check out the entire Gen Why series and other videos on Facebook and the Bustle app across Apple TV, Roku, and Amazon Fire TV.

Check out the “Best of Elite Daily” stream in the Bustle App for more stories just like this!

My Valentine’s Day Breakup Was Necessary & I Don’t Regret Breaking Up On That Day

I grew up fantasizing about perfectly romantic Valentine's Days: a candlelit dinner, Champagne, lavish gifts, and a good f*ck. I had many lame Valentine’s Days with my high school ex-girlfriend that didn’t live up to those expectations. We’d get one of our moms to drive us somewhere we could afford (which was NOT on brand with my dyke princess-ness) and insist that other friends were meeting us there.

When I met my next girlfriend, Grace, my freshman year of college, I was lit AF to celebrate Valentine’s Day as half a real adult. After we met, we hooked up instantly, fell in love, and moved in within two months of knowing each other (typical U-Haul lesbians — except all I had to do was carry my sh*t down the dorm hallway). Valentine’s Day was coming up quick, and we were both being extremely extra about planning it. She skipped class and took off work to cook all day, while I obsessively shopped. Our piles of presents were enormous.

We had the kind of Valentine’s Day I had always hoped to have. Grace pulled out all the stops: She set up a blanket fort with Christmas lights (very Tumblr chic), cooked homemade heart-shaped ravioli, and bought me a beautiful diamond necklace. Though we had only been dating for three months, we were sickly in love. Never mind the fact that we hardly knew each other’s middle names — we were completely enthralled with the excitement of a new relationship. I couldn't believe I had actually found another queer woman in suburban Long Island. That's harder than finding your jean size at Forever 21.

Stocksy/Katarina Radovic

It sounds over the top, but our celebration felt authentic. We weren't just acting out all the pre-conceived ideas we had about Valentine's Day — we really wanted to spoil each other. It was beautiful. But as time passed, our relationship grew more and more toxic. Grace would regularly upload #TBTs to our Valentine blanket fort, but we fought all the time. We might have been capable of buying each other lavish gifts, but we weren't acting like adults, and we couldn't navigate an adult relationship.

As our second Valentine's Day together loomed closer, I wanted to break up with her, but I didn't have the nerve. After all, I had finally gotten what I wanted — a hot girlfriend.  I had been neglecting everything: writing, classes, my family. My older cousin, Nina, noticed my behavior. Nina always seemed untouchable and way cooler than me; she would distantly engage with me at family functions, but wouldn’t hang out with me as a friend. When she showed up uninvited to my house and asked me for drinks, I knew there was a problem.

“You don’t seem right,” she said. “You’re dating a f*ckboy, aren’t you?”

Not only did I have to come out as a lesbian, I had to come out with the fact that I was in a terrible relationship that was sucking the life out of me.

I promised Nina that I would break up with Grace the next time I saw her, and in my heart, I knew I needed to. The next time I saw Grace happened to be on Valentine’s Day. She picked me up and passed me a small notebook. She had strung together pages, pasting in pictures of us and listing all her favorite things about our relationship. It should have been this beautiful, intimate moment, but it only made my desire to break up with her stronger. She hadn’t shown this thoughtfulness towards me since our first Valentine’s Day together a year ago.

As I tore through the pages, I felt bile rising in my stomach. As I read her favorite things about me and her favorite memories of us, the words of the pages blurred as my eyes threatened to spill with tears. I’ve felt fake before — for spray-tanning, getting lash extensions, and wearing two bras at once. But the hurt from pretending I was happy and that we were in a healthy relationship was too much of an illusion for me to keep up. Once I started crying, I couldn’t stop. Grace seemed annoyed. She kept signing deeply and tapping her fingers, waiting for me to finish.

“I want to break up, I’ve been wanting to break up,” I cried. I kept repeating the same variation of that sentence. I was the sad kind of drunk, which is even worse than the angry drunk.

When we were buying each other frivolous gifts like chocolates and flowers and diamonds, at least we were authentically happy. But the deeper our relationship burrowed, the less real our love felt. It was like we were dating in reverse and nothing made sense.

Valentine's Day helped me face the ugliest truths about my relationship. The holiday is a milestone that helps you define your relationship. It's how you hook your f*ck buddy into committing to you. It's how you can tell if your boyfriend is just passing the time with you or thinks you're wifey material. And it's how I knew my relationship was based on lies and illusions.

Grace and I broke up that day, got back together later, and then broke up again. But even though that first breakup didn't last, I felt empowered by summoning the nerve to break up with her on a day that's supposed to be full of love. I'm glad I finally worked up the courage to end a broken relationship, regardless of what the date on the calendar told me to do.

Check out the entire Gen Why series and other videos on Facebook and the Bustle app across Apple TV, Roku, and Amazon Fire TV.

Check out the “Best of Elite Daily” stream in the Bustle App for more stories just like this!

My Valentine’s Day Breakup Was Necessary & I Don’t Regret Breaking Up On That Day

I grew up fantasizing about perfectly romantic Valentine's Days: a candlelit dinner, Champagne, lavish gifts, and a good f*ck. I had many lame Valentine’s Days with my high school ex-girlfriend that didn’t live up to those expectations. We’d get one of our moms to drive us somewhere we could afford (which was NOT on brand with my dyke princess-ness) and insist that other friends were meeting us there.

When I met my next girlfriend, Grace, my freshman year of college, I was lit AF to celebrate Valentine’s Day as half a real adult. After we met, we hooked up instantly, fell in love, and moved in within two months of knowing each other (typical U-Haul lesbians — except all I had to do was carry my sh*t down the dorm hallway). Valentine’s Day was coming up quick, and we were both being extremely extra about planning it. She skipped class and took off work to cook all day, while I obsessively shopped. Our piles of presents were enormous.

We had the kind of Valentine’s Day I had always hoped to have. Grace pulled out all the stops: She set up a blanket fort with Christmas lights (very Tumblr chic), cooked homemade heart-shaped ravioli, and bought me a beautiful diamond necklace. Though we had only been dating for three months, we were sickly in love. Never mind the fact that we hardly knew each other’s middle names — we were completely enthralled with the excitement of a new relationship. I couldn't believe I had actually found another queer woman in suburban Long Island. That's harder than finding your jean size at Forever 21.

Stocksy/Katarina Radovic

It sounds over the top, but our celebration felt authentic. We weren't just acting out all the pre-conceived ideas we had about Valentine's Day — we really wanted to spoil each other. It was beautiful. But as time passed, our relationship grew more and more toxic. Grace would regularly upload #TBTs to our Valentine blanket fort, but we fought all the time. We might have been capable of buying each other lavish gifts, but we weren't acting like adults, and we couldn't navigate an adult relationship.

As our second Valentine's Day together loomed closer, I wanted to break up with her, but I didn't have the nerve. After all, I had finally gotten what I wanted — a hot girlfriend.  I had been neglecting everything: writing, classes, my family. My older cousin, Nina, noticed my behavior. Nina always seemed untouchable and way cooler than me; she would distantly engage with me at family functions, but wouldn’t hang out with me as a friend. When she showed up uninvited to my house and asked me for drinks, I knew there was a problem.

“You don’t seem right,” she said. “You’re dating a f*ckboy, aren’t you?”

Not only did I have to come out as a lesbian, I had to come out with the fact that I was in a terrible relationship that was sucking the life out of me.

I promised Nina that I would break up with Grace the next time I saw her, and in my heart, I knew I needed to. The next time I saw Grace happened to be on Valentine’s Day. She picked me up and passed me a small notebook. She had strung together pages, pasting in pictures of us and listing all her favorite things about our relationship. It should have been this beautiful, intimate moment, but it only made my desire to break up with her stronger. She hadn’t shown this thoughtfulness towards me since our first Valentine’s Day together a year ago.

As I tore through the pages, I felt bile rising in my stomach. As I read her favorite things about me and her favorite memories of us, the words of the pages blurred as my eyes threatened to spill with tears. I’ve felt fake before — for spray-tanning, getting lash extensions, and wearing two bras at once. But the hurt from pretending I was happy and that we were in a healthy relationship was too much of an illusion for me to keep up. Once I started crying, I couldn’t stop. Grace seemed annoyed. She kept signing deeply and tapping her fingers, waiting for me to finish.

“I want to break up, I’ve been wanting to break up,” I cried. I kept repeating the same variation of that sentence. I was the sad kind of drunk, which is even worse than the angry drunk.

When we were buying each other frivolous gifts like chocolates and flowers and diamonds, at least we were authentically happy. But the deeper our relationship burrowed, the less real our love felt. It was like we were dating in reverse and nothing made sense.

Valentine's Day helped me face the ugliest truths about my relationship. The holiday is a milestone that helps you define your relationship. It's how you hook your f*ck buddy into committing to you. It's how you can tell if your boyfriend is just passing the time with you or thinks you're wifey material. And it's how I knew my relationship was based on lies and illusions.

Grace and I broke up that day, got back together later, and then broke up again. But even though that first breakup didn't last, I felt empowered by summoning the nerve to break up with her on a day that's supposed to be full of love. I'm glad I finally worked up the courage to end a broken relationship, regardless of what the date on the calendar told me to do.

Check out the entire Gen Why series and other videos on Facebook and the Bustle app across Apple TV, Roku, and Amazon Fire TV.

Check out the “Best of Elite Daily” stream in the Bustle App for more stories just like this!

My Valentine’s Day Breakup Was Necessary & I Don’t Regret Breaking Up On That Day

I grew up fantasizing about perfectly romantic Valentine's Days: a candlelit dinner, Champagne, lavish gifts, and a good f*ck. I had many lame Valentine’s Days with my high school ex-girlfriend that didn’t live up to those expectations. We’d get one of our moms to drive us somewhere we could afford (which was NOT on brand with my dyke princess-ness) and insist that other friends were meeting us there.

When I met my next girlfriend, Grace, my freshman year of college, I was lit AF to celebrate Valentine’s Day as half a real adult. After we met, we hooked up instantly, fell in love, and moved in within two months of knowing each other (typical U-Haul lesbians — except all I had to do was carry my sh*t down the dorm hallway). Valentine’s Day was coming up quick, and we were both being extremely extra about planning it. She skipped class and took off work to cook all day, while I obsessively shopped. Our piles of presents were enormous.

We had the kind of Valentine’s Day I had always hoped to have. Grace pulled out all the stops: She set up a blanket fort with Christmas lights (very Tumblr chic), cooked homemade heart-shaped ravioli, and bought me a beautiful diamond necklace. Though we had only been dating for three months, we were sickly in love. Never mind the fact that we hardly knew each other’s middle names — we were completely enthralled with the excitement of a new relationship. I couldn't believe I had actually found another queer woman in suburban Long Island. That's harder than finding your jean size at Forever 21.

Stocksy/Katarina Radovic

It sounds over the top, but our celebration felt authentic. We weren't just acting out all the pre-conceived ideas we had about Valentine's Day — we really wanted to spoil each other. It was beautiful. But as time passed, our relationship grew more and more toxic. Grace would regularly upload #TBTs to our Valentine blanket fort, but we fought all the time. We might have been capable of buying each other lavish gifts, but we weren't acting like adults, and we couldn't navigate an adult relationship.

As our second Valentine's Day together loomed closer, I wanted to break up with her, but I didn't have the nerve. After all, I had finally gotten what I wanted — a hot girlfriend.  I had been neglecting everything: writing, classes, my family. My older cousin, Nina, noticed my behavior. Nina always seemed untouchable and way cooler than me; she would distantly engage with me at family functions, but wouldn’t hang out with me as a friend. When she showed up uninvited to my house and asked me for drinks, I knew there was a problem.

“You don’t seem right,” she said. “You’re dating a f*ckboy, aren’t you?”

Not only did I have to come out as a lesbian, I had to come out with the fact that I was in a terrible relationship that was sucking the life out of me.

I promised Nina that I would break up with Grace the next time I saw her, and in my heart, I knew I needed to. The next time I saw Grace happened to be on Valentine’s Day. She picked me up and passed me a small notebook. She had strung together pages, pasting in pictures of us and listing all her favorite things about our relationship. It should have been this beautiful, intimate moment, but it only made my desire to break up with her stronger. She hadn’t shown this thoughtfulness towards me since our first Valentine’s Day together a year ago.

As I tore through the pages, I felt bile rising in my stomach. As I read her favorite things about me and her favorite memories of us, the words of the pages blurred as my eyes threatened to spill with tears. I’ve felt fake before — for spray-tanning, getting lash extensions, and wearing two bras at once. But the hurt from pretending I was happy and that we were in a healthy relationship was too much of an illusion for me to keep up. Once I started crying, I couldn’t stop. Grace seemed annoyed. She kept signing deeply and tapping her fingers, waiting for me to finish.

“I want to break up, I’ve been wanting to break up,” I cried. I kept repeating the same variation of that sentence. I was the sad kind of drunk, which is even worse than the angry drunk.

When we were buying each other frivolous gifts like chocolates and flowers and diamonds, at least we were authentically happy. But the deeper our relationship burrowed, the less real our love felt. It was like we were dating in reverse and nothing made sense.

Valentine's Day helped me face the ugliest truths about my relationship. The holiday is a milestone that helps you define your relationship. It's how you hook your f*ck buddy into committing to you. It's how you can tell if your boyfriend is just passing the time with you or thinks you're wifey material. And it's how I knew my relationship was based on lies and illusions.

Grace and I broke up that day, got back together later, and then broke up again. But even though that first breakup didn't last, I felt empowered by summoning the nerve to break up with her on a day that's supposed to be full of love. I'm glad I finally worked up the courage to end a broken relationship, regardless of what the date on the calendar told me to do.

Check out the entire Gen Why series and other videos on Facebook and the Bustle app across Apple TV, Roku, and Amazon Fire TV.

Check out the “Best of Elite Daily” stream in the Bustle App for more stories just like this!

These First One-Night Stand Stories Will Change The Way You Think About Sex

These First One-Night Stand Stories Will Change The Way You Think About Sex

The only real sexual “first” anyone ever bothers to talk about is the first time they had sex. But, even after you've had sex for the first time, there are still plenty of sexual firsts to be had. There's the fist time you try each new position, the first time you orgasm, the first time you do it with each new partner and, of course, the first one-night stand. For some people the first one night-stand overlaps with the first time, in general, but for a lot of people it doesn't. No matter what the case, Reddit's AskWomen thread asked its ladies to share the stories of their first one night stands, and wow, they got honest.

Read along and prepare for a rollercoaster of emotions.

She thought it was more; he didn't.

/u/todayonbloopers

It felt amazing.

/u/Louisiana_Fox

It was the night she lost her virginity.

/u/depressedhedonist

There was some major miscommunication.

/u/Unfruitful

She had to give him a fake number so he wouldn't try to get in touch.

/u/littleblackcat

Everything that could possibly go wrong did.

/u/reagan92

The lack of connection made it uncomfortable.

/u/LiterallySoTall

It was kind of awk.

/u/Nervette

If there's one thing to be learned from this thread it's that one night stands are not necessarily for everyone. If an emotional connection is something you yearn for during sex then they might not be for you.

However, if you're fine having sex with no emotional strings attached, then, by all means, GO FOR IT. Do your thing.

Check out the entire Gen Why series and other videos on Facebook and the Bustle app across Apple TV, Roku, and Amazon Fire TV.

Check out the “Best of Elite Daily” stream in the Bustle App for more stories just like this!

These First One-Night Stand Stories Will Change The Way You Think About Sex

These First One-Night Stand Stories Will Change The Way You Think About Sex

The only real sexual “first” anyone ever bothers to talk about is the first time they had sex. But, even after you've had sex for the first time, there are still plenty of sexual firsts to be had. There's the fist time you try each new position, the first time you orgasm, the first time you do it with each new partner and, of course, the first one-night stand. For some people the first one night-stand overlaps with the first time, in general, but for a lot of people it doesn't. No matter what the case, Reddit's AskWomen thread asked its ladies to share the stories of their first one night stands, and wow, they got honest.

Read along and prepare for a rollercoaster of emotions.

She thought it was more; he didn't.

/u/todayonbloopers

It felt amazing.

/u/Louisiana_Fox

It was the night she lost her virginity.

/u/depressedhedonist

There was some major miscommunication.

/u/Unfruitful

She had to give him a fake number so he wouldn't try to get in touch.

/u/littleblackcat

Everything that could possibly go wrong did.

/u/reagan92

The lack of connection made it uncomfortable.

/u/LiterallySoTall

It was kind of awk.

/u/Nervette

If there's one thing to be learned from this thread it's that one night stands are not necessarily for everyone. If an emotional connection is something you yearn for during sex then they might not be for you.

However, if you're fine having sex with no emotional strings attached, then, by all means, GO FOR IT. Do your thing.

Check out the entire Gen Why series and other videos on Facebook and the Bustle app across Apple TV, Roku, and Amazon Fire TV.

Check out the “Best of Elite Daily” stream in the Bustle App for more stories just like this!

These First One-Night Stand Stories Will Change The Way You Think About Sex

These First One-Night Stand Stories Will Change The Way You Think About Sex

The only real sexual “first” anyone ever bothers to talk about is the first time they had sex. But, even after you've had sex for the first time, there are still plenty of sexual firsts to be had. There's the fist time you try each new position, the first time you orgasm, the first time you do it with each new partner and, of course, the first one-night stand. For some people the first one night-stand overlaps with the first time, in general, but for a lot of people it doesn't. No matter what the case, Reddit's AskWomen thread asked its ladies to share the stories of their first one night stands, and wow, they got honest.

Read along and prepare for a rollercoaster of emotions.

She thought it was more; he didn't.

/u/todayonbloopers

It felt amazing.

/u/Louisiana_Fox

It was the night she lost her virginity.

/u/depressedhedonist

There was some major miscommunication.

/u/Unfruitful

She had to give him a fake number so he wouldn't try to get in touch.

/u/littleblackcat

Everything that could possibly go wrong did.

/u/reagan92

The lack of connection made it uncomfortable.

/u/LiterallySoTall

It was kind of awk.

/u/Nervette

If there's one thing to be learned from this thread it's that one night stands are not necessarily for everyone. If an emotional connection is something you yearn for during sex then they might not be for you.

However, if you're fine having sex with no emotional strings attached, then, by all means, GO FOR IT. Do your thing.

Check out the entire Gen Why series and other videos on Facebook and the Bustle app across Apple TV, Roku, and Amazon Fire TV.

Check out the “Best of Elite Daily” stream in the Bustle App for more stories just like this!

Should I Eat Sugar Before A Workout? You Can, But Here’s What You Should Avoid

Ah, sugar. Many people think it's the devil when it comes to leading a healthier lifestyle, but TBH, it doesn't deserve such a blanket stereotype. In fact, my brother recently told me that when he eats sugar before a workout — in the form of an indulgent, heaping stack of chocolate chip pancakes, BTW — he has a killer workout every. Freaking. Time. I mean, if it's going to give me loads of energy to slay my #GymGoals it can't be all that bad, right?

For starters, when you talk about “sugar,” that can mean a lot of different things. It's not just that grainy white stuff you put in your coffee, FYI. There are five major types of sugar that your body uses in different ways, especially if you lead a more active lifestyle and work out on the reg. Glucose, fructose, maltose, sucrose, and lactose are all types of sugar that your body absorbs for overall energy, challenging workouts, and everyday functions — more on that in a bit.

Your body can handle all of these different types of sugar in moderate amounts, and there's no need to eliminate any of them entirely from your diet (unless you have a specific health condition, like diabetes, or your doctor otherwise specifically tells you to do so).

And, interestingly enough, sugar is actually essential to fuel up for exercise, whether you're lifting weights or heading to your favorite cycling class.

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According to Men's Fitness, an inadequate amount of sugars and carbohydrates in your system before a workout can lead to intense lethargy, as well as inevitable fatigue and burnout during your sweat sesh. Now, I'm not saying that you should chow down on a couple of donuts every time you're getting ready to hit the gym, but having a moderate amount of sugar before you get moving has undeniable benefits, and it's even partially necessary for your body to do its thing.

The type of sugar you're consuming (and what you're pairing it with) makes a heck of a difference, so take notes, my friend. Glucose is found in most carbs (like bread and fruit), and your body burns this stuff most efficiently. If you're opting for toast or a banana before a run, try pairing it with nut butter or yogurt for long-lasting stamina.

Fructose, on the other hand, is also found in fruit, but also veggies, honey, and juice. This is the stuff that your liver breaks down before it travels to your muscles. Veggies and hummus would be a great example of a fructose-filled, pre-workout snack.

The only type of sugar you should be a bit wary of, before a workout at least, is sucrose — aka table sugar, and the stuff you'll find in cookies, pastries, and the like.

Giphy

According to findings from a 2013 study, there's actually an important role for sucrose in fueling intense bouts of exercise, so a gooey, delicious brownie before the gym isn't necessarily going to counteract your athletic efforts. But, again, moderation is key for adequate performance in any context.

As far as maltose and lactose are concerned, neither are worth worrying too much about. For one thing, maltose is the type of sugar found in beer, my friends, and uh, drunk workouts aren't exactly recommended most of the time, so there's that. As for lactose, that's the sugar found in cheese, milk, and anything dairy-based. Depending on how your stomach feels, these things can be great to eat before your workout, but if you're sensitive to dairy, be mindful of consuming anything with heavy amounts of lactose before the gym.

Any of these sugars are totally fine to consume before you hit the gym, but if you're opting for a sweeter snack or simple carbs, make sure you pair them with something that will make them burn more slowly in your body.

This is important because, if you chowed down on a plain bagel before a sweat sesh, for example, your blood sugar would drop super quickly, and you'd be dragging your feet in between deadlifts — no bueno.

Instead, try pairing a bagel with peanut butter for a more fueling pre-workout snack, or if you're opting for a piece of chocolate or a granola bar, add a handful of your favorite nuts to those bad boys for an optimal boost of energy.

Bottom line: While sugar often gets a bad rap, it's actually fine before the gym, so live your life and eat that donut, girl.

These First One-Night Stand Stories Will Change The Way You Think About Sex

These First One-Night Stand Stories Will Change The Way You Think About Sex

The only real sexual “first” anyone ever bothers to talk about is the first time they had sex. But, even after you've had sex for the first time, there are still plenty of sexual firsts to be had. There's the fist time you try each new position, the first time you orgasm, the first time you do it with each new partner and, of course, the first one-night stand. For some people the first one night-stand overlaps with the first time, in general, but for a lot of people it doesn't. No matter what the case, Reddit's AskWomen thread asked its ladies to share the stories of their first one night stands, and wow, they got honest.

Read along and prepare for a rollercoaster of emotions.

She thought it was more; he didn't.

/u/todayonbloopers

It felt amazing.

/u/Louisiana_Fox

It was the night she lost her virginity.

/u/depressedhedonist

There was some major miscommunication.

/u/Unfruitful

She had to give him a fake number so he wouldn't try to get in touch.

/u/littleblackcat

Everything that could possibly go wrong did.

/u/reagan92

The lack of connection made it uncomfortable.

/u/LiterallySoTall

It was kind of awk.

/u/Nervette

If there's one thing to be learned from this thread it's that one night stands are not necessarily for everyone. If an emotional connection is something you yearn for during sex then they might not be for you.

However, if you're fine having sex with no emotional strings attached, then, by all means, GO FOR IT. Do your thing.

Check out the entire Gen Why series and other videos on Facebook and the Bustle app across Apple TV, Roku, and Amazon Fire TV.

Check out the “Best of Elite Daily” stream in the Bustle App for more stories just like this!

These First One-Night Stand Stories Will Change The Way You Think About Sex

These First One-Night Stand Stories Will Change The Way You Think About Sex

The only real sexual “first” anyone ever bothers to talk about is the first time they had sex. But, even after you've had sex for the first time, there are still plenty of sexual firsts to be had. There's the fist time you try each new position, the first time you orgasm, the first time you do it with each new partner and, of course, the first one-night stand. For some people the first one night-stand overlaps with the first time, in general, but for a lot of people it doesn't. No matter what the case, Reddit's AskWomen thread asked its ladies to share the stories of their first one night stands, and wow, they got honest.

Read along and prepare for a rollercoaster of emotions.

She thought it was more; he didn't.

/u/todayonbloopers

It felt amazing.

/u/Louisiana_Fox

It was the night she lost her virginity.

/u/depressedhedonist

There was some major miscommunication.

/u/Unfruitful

She had to give him a fake number so he wouldn't try to get in touch.

/u/littleblackcat

Everything that could possibly go wrong did.

/u/reagan92

The lack of connection made it uncomfortable.

/u/LiterallySoTall

It was kind of awk.

/u/Nervette

If there's one thing to be learned from this thread it's that one night stands are not necessarily for everyone. If an emotional connection is something you yearn for during sex then they might not be for you.

However, if you're fine having sex with no emotional strings attached, then, by all means, GO FOR IT. Do your thing.

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