The concept of ‘ordinary’ puzzles me just as much as the idea of ‘normal’; there’s no such thing. What we consider ordinary differs from person to person.
For one, it might be ordinary to open up the fridge every day with many options at their fingertips. They might consider it ordinary to gorge themselves on any food they can get their hands on. For another, it might be ordinary to see nothing in the open fridge, the light not even turning on. For another, yet, it might be ordinary that they have choices upon choices in the fridge, but eat a little something in front of their family only to go to bed empty after purging the little food out of their stomach.
No. There is no such thing as normal.