Gluten - A Natural Rage Suppressor?

Okay, so I've know a few people, namely my sister,  who have gone gluten-free and rave about it.  For this reason alone I have resisted the urge to try such a diet, it must be a fad after all.  However, after yet another long stretch of medical difficulties my doctor suggested I cut the gluten and see if it might be the magical remedy I needed. 

I begin the initial diet rating my days on the following scale:

Day 1 gluten-free:  Urge to kill low
Day 2 gluten-free:  Urge to kill rising
Day 5 gluten-free:  Urge to kill HIGH (B eating a slab of pound cake next to me in the car did't help)
Day 9 gluten-free:  Urge to kill waning

After the first week though, I really didn't mind the changes.  We mostly cook at home and there are a lot of options out there now that make the change easier.  The hardest part at this point was telling my sister about the change.  While she didn't say "I told you so,"  I still had a mental picture of Mr. Burns drumming his fingers together and saying "excellent!" 

I think what made the biggest impact though, was everyone telling me how much better I was going to feel.  So many people spout the same story.  "After a few weeks you will feel like a new person"  or "I feel so good and have so much energy."  So when we went out to eat for the first time since going GF, I felt a surge of panic when I realized that there is basically NOTHING I could order besides a plain salad at the restaurant.  I wanted to cry, but reminded myself that I was going to be a new person soon and the cheesy goodness of the eggplant parm is just not worth it anyway.  From then on we researched places to eat before going, which helped.

I'm now on week 5 of being GF and how do I feel???  Bitchy!  Like an all out grumpus-pants McGee.  I have no idea why.  I don't miss the food I can't eat, I have found great alternatives.  I've lost 10lbs and had a week off from work.  Sounds like a recipe for happiness if I have ever heard one.  However, for the last week I KNOW the mail person looks at me funny.. judging me.  The person at the grocery store bumped into me on purpose and stole something out of my cart.  My friends and family have all suddenly developed the most obnoxious habits, like asking me how my day is going.  Ugh, I go GF and the whole world goes mad!   My only guess is that someone is slipping me steroids, I only have to find out who. 

In a couple of more weeks I guess we will know for sure if GF is the way to be, or not.  Doc says the best way to find out is to eat some and see if I die.  Maybe not his exact words..  Here's hoping the pill they gave me was the "magic" I needed and I can go back to being nicer to my fellow man.  Until then.. watch yourselves!  Ha ha ha!  No, really.. watch yourselves!