Hard day

Today, as the heading says, was a realy hard day. I woke up to some fairly awful news from someone I love, the weather was morbidly cloudy without the blissful release of rain, and I was alone for the third day in a row, which is never a good idea for me, especially on Mother's day, when I feel I should have been in LA.
All of this was to say that today I was a bit depressed. And today was an eating day. It wasn't too bad, I kept myself fairly regulated, snacking on things that were fairly healthy and took a long time to eat, but I still ate more today than I should have. And I want more. Fairly desperately actually. I'm afraid if I let myself have that bowl of cereal I'm craving, I'm just going to move on to craving something else that it will be a never ending chain.
And it makes me think. Am I eating because today was reminiscent of much darker days, where I took solace in food? Is today such a foul day because I was eating, or was I eating because it was such a foul day. I went for my run today, does that allow for me to eat more without feeling guilty?
I think at this point I need to recognize the fact that I eat the most when I'm feeling very, very alone. And I also need to aknowledge that I will forever be alone if I can't find a way to not eat.