My roommate likes to think I think better than her just because I'm on a diet

It is so dumb. I never preach or make people feel bad if they are eating food I don't eat. I try dang hard to not eat an avoid and she always makes a big deal about it. I've said so many times how much this diet means to me and she knows how sick I get when I eat an avoid. Still, all along, she's been poking fun or making jokes about my diet and it is annoying but I always ignore her. She is a crazy homemaker and always feels the need to make a big dinner (or breakfast or dessert) of which I can never eat, and invite a lot of people over then point out that I "can't eat" with them. We are going on a group date soon, which I'm not looking forward to (mostly because she will be there) and I'm anticipating she will insist there be lots of food I "can't eat". Awesome. She needs to grow up, I've known it all along and I swore I would never let it bother me. She always takes food to church on Sunday (because three hours is way too long to go without fruit snacks) and she always hands food down the row, again, pointing out that I "can't eat it" then she giggles. I'm so sick of it. I'm so sick of her. Last Sunday, she spent all morning making cookies and was, like always, passing them out. This time instead of putting one on my lap then laughing, she stuck it in my face then said, "Oh, that's right, you don't eat cookies!" in her always sing song voice then giggled. I don't understand it when people do things I would never do.  She's so immature it's sick.

I hate admitting this but I get so tired of her pestering me about food I "can't eat" and it gets easier and easier to justify "one bite" or "just a sip". Such decisions, I always regret immediately afterward. I know it is my decision to fall and it is easy to blame it on my roommate. I know it is my fault but she sure doesn't help. I get so tired of all of it, I just feel like I need some support, someone who knows what it is like and will cook meals with me. I ran into my best friend in the library today. She is the best ever. We sat and talked about how dumb my roommate is. Days like today, I remember how serious MS actually is. Not taking MS drugs regularly and slipping up on my diet aren't that assuring. Somehow, my best friend can makes that feel a whole lot less daunting.