Of all things, don't falsely accuse me

I am livid right now.  Absolutely fuming.

When my husband got home from work today, we started talking about what we will have for supper. 

He said: I'm really hungry. 
I said: Me too, I've eaten nothing but junk food all day.  

I proceeded to tell him about the crap I ate - two Twix bars, a bag of coconut m&ms, a Milky Way, three pieces of string cheese, alcohol, etc.  He scolded me a bit, so I ate half a bowl of oatmeal and then loaded some graham crackers with peanut butter for a good protein boost.  After all it was 7pm and we still hadn't eaten supper, so I didn't want to overdue it.

It wasn't my intention to eat poorly today.  I just got caught up in the day's activities.

We decided to go on a walk, and as we started I was complaining about my pants being too big because I can't keep weight on right now....and he started grilling me. 

You know why your pants won't stay on?  It's because you're not eating right.  What did you eat today?  How far did you run today?  Why are you doing this?  Are you slipping back into that again?  Don't you think about our child?  You have a baby to take care of!

I retorted back with: NO! No, I'm not!  And when I was anorexic did I EVER eat 2 Twix bars and loads of peanut butter on graham crackers?  No. Obviously not....

And he cut me off.  And still accused me of falling and wouldn't let me explain myself.  My calm, gentle husband who rarely argues got passionate at that moment and wouldn't let me talk.  I'm the fiery one between us, well, OK, we are both pretty passionate about some things, but between the two of us, it's normally me who is blabbing on and won't let him talk.

So, I turned around and left him on the walk by himself. 

I'm not going to spend the whole damn walk listening to you tell me how I'm too thin or not eating enough or making me feel guilty. 

I've always been honest with him in regards to my eating disorder!

While I was walking home, I started have really triggering thoughts, mostly because I was so upset that he didn't believe me.  I identified that I want to control what he believes about me, and in some perverted way, I wanted to restrict myself at that moment.  Or run or something.

Of all things, don't fucking falsely accuse me. 

Don't.  I've worked hard to get here, and I don't ever want to be clumped back in to the mess I was in.

EDITED: Obviously, I was really pissed when I wrote this.  It should be said that my amazing husband came home after the walk, apologized to me and asked me to explain myself.  Then he explained that he was just worried and perhaps overreacted. 

Seriously, I love that man.