The New Small Talk

Everyday, EVERYDAY, I get asked "Can you eat this?"
It's never when someone is offering me food, trying to find a restaurant for lunch or a baker/cook who wants to ensure they make something that I can enjoy. It's not even a "how was traffic this morning" kind of question that's curious in a concerned way. It's more of an adult form of "Na Na Na Na."
I know, I know, your first thought is man, is she being overly sensitive. But when someone is munching on a Twix bar in front of my face, and they don't have a spare one that they were going to offer me, I can't help but wonder what the point is of asking me if I can have one. They then respond to my no with a "these are really good." Followed by them sucking on each chocolate coated finger with a look of pure (somewhat evil looking) glee. I even get the "I know you can't have it but I tried the best cereal/sandwich/pizza this morning/yesterday." What am I supposed to say to that, "Good for you?"
I can honestly say that no one ever talked to me about food before I was diagnosed. People constantly forgot I was a vegetarian until I would order a veggie burger. Tell them you can't have bread though, and they bring it up everyday. Now it seems a daily poll of what I can and can't eat is considered small talk. I long for the days where we talked about movies, tv, Twilight or even the weather. Instead, now all I get is "Weight Watchers has all these new meals out that taste divine. I don't think there is anything you can eat, but they are really great." How does that pop into someone's mind as an acceptable thing to say? It's like me saying, "I know you could never fit into a pair, but I really love my skinny jeans."