The Man who was Eating Nothing else but Nutella for whole Week says: That was the Worst Week in my Life

To the all Nutella lovers this would be sound like a genius idea, but David Algerety who decided to eat just Nutella, claims the opposite.

David could drink whatever he wants, but he had to eat only Nutella. He decided to share his 7th day experience I the social media and it goes like this:

The Man who was Eating Nothing else but Nutella for whole Week says: That was the Worst Week in my Life

Day 0: Saturday

Weight: 66kg

I pass the first week clubbing and parting with my friends and I feel awesome. I finished my first Nutella jar just for couple hours and I feel even better. This is going to be very easy.

Day 1: Sunday

Weight: 66kg

It is not strange for me to start the day with Nutella, but this time I had a breakfast with a smile on my face. I thought how great is the fact that grown ups can eat for breakfast whatever they want. A few hours later my friends came. We sat on the terrace and drank whiskey. In the afternoon we went to the park. There we drank a little more. It seemed like a great idea when my stomach is full of Nutella.

Around 19 o’clock I went home and threw up stomach acid. It was the first sign that something is wrong.

Day 2 Monday:

Weight: 64kg.

I was hangover. I had a headache and I wanted to eat pizza. When I managed to get to the kitchen, my roommate thoughtfully looked at me and said: “Still doing that Nutella thing?” Sadly I answered affirmatively.

We went out, I couldn’t hear what hi is saying, I was quiet. My mind was blurred and I felt some strange blockage in the ears. I had no energy and I was hungry the whole day. The thought of the dark cream made me throwing.

Day 3: Tuesday

Weight: 64kg

I start my day watching a man how eating peanut butter. After 3 days of chocolate cream, my sense for taste was stronger than ever. I could feel every milligram of salt in that peanut butter. I wanted peanuts like I wanted burger. A nice cheesy bacon monstrosity.

When arrived to work I had my Nutella breakfast. The sugar level jumped on maximum and I felt improvement, but not for long. Before the end of the work day, someone told me that I look sick. I went outside for fresh air and clarity, but it just made me cold and sleepy. Put simply, I’d crashed.

Day 4: Wednesday.

Weight 64.1kg

The crash day. I was in a big, dark N-hole and although I was supposed to go to university on classes, I couldn’t. even getting out of bed was a struggle.

It was early afternoon when my phone rang. It was my friend:. “Hey bud, we’re thinking maybe we should pull the story,” he said. “Frankly we’re surprised you’re still going with it and we’re concerned about your health.”

With those words an instant montage of food danced through my head. Though I was tempted, I couldn’t quit. Who would read about a guy eating Nutella for three days? People probably do that all the time. It’s not crazy, it’s not even interesting. I decided to push on.

Later that afternoon I try to figure out how to make the taste different and more enjoyable. I froze it to give me something to chew on but the taste didn’t improve. I had a cup of coffee and I was better.

Day 5: Thursday.

Weight: 63.9kg

Thursday was a dark place. It is almost unbelievable how the basic food had so big impact on the mental and physical health. In that moment I was living in madness. Nothing seems real and my concentration was on low. All I could do was to sleep and walk around and stare.

That night I visited my mum and was greeted by the smell of cooking pasta. It almost sent me over the edge. She took one look at me and told me to stop. She thought I was crazy and didn’t understand the impacts it would have on my health. I told her she didn’t understand quality journalism.

Day 6: Friday.

Weight: 63.5kg

All day I was repeating. It went: Tomorrow I will be eating. Tomorrow I will be eating. Tomorrow I will be eating.

I spent the night at my friend. We sat around a fire and talked about dumb stuff. My mood was a mixture of joyful anticipation and resentment.

Soon I’ll be eating.

Day 7: Saturday.

Weight: 63.1 Kg

I’ll never forget that morning. I felt like it is Christmas. I got out of bed, almost laughing with delirium. I’d made it and I celebrated with a roasted pork sandwich so big that I could barely get my mouth around it. Pure joy.

‘Ive now been back on a regular diet for about three days.

Looking back, I think that was the most emotionally diverse week of my life. I’d fall into pits of sadness for absolutely no reason at all, then I’d be joyful and hyperactive just as quickly. And I was so confused all the time. Following and processing things that people said was a task. Then there were moments that I truly felt as though I was losing my grip on reality. I spent some nights pacing around my apartment, wondering whether this self-inflicted torture was worth it.

In this moment I could say That I don’t want Nutella anymore, maybe if you ask me for a couple months or years I will change my mind.