I've found out that I have a hard time thinking about "normal", whatever that means. I can only think about me. My fatter friends think and obsess and worry about food, and my thinner friends think and obsess and worry about food. I think and obsess and worry and plan about food. I don't know what makes one group more "successful" than the others. Neither here nor there as far as my maintenance is concerned, only observations.
It seems like if I eat a reasonable amount of healthy food, about 2000-2200 calories a day with a decent amount of exercise (~1 hr/day on average), I maintain my weight. The problem is I never want to eat a reasonable amount of healthy food, I ALWAYS want to eat an unreasonable amount of unhealthy food.

Does that make me normal? Sometimes, I find it helpful for me to think that, yep, I'm absolutely normal, physiologically speaking, if I can just get my head together. Other times I find it helpful to think of myself as "not normal" because it helps me get my head together.
We live in a priviledged place and time as far as food goes. Never has so much been available. I think (warning: opinion ahead) we are probably genetically programmed to eat more when it is available, after all who knew when the next deer would come by, or melon would be found, or if the harvest would be meager. Basic survival. So how do those instincts mesh with McDonalds, etc? What exactly is normal again, I'm confused. I mean, who knows when the next cheeseburger may come around.

(Where is that sliding smiley that moved across, ate the burger and grinned--I need that one!)
So I've wandered. Normal. What is it? Who knows? For me it's a don't care: confuses me, scares me, use with caution.
Anne