Sing. I know I mentioned that last time, but it's true and fun and so cheery.
Bake. While I do vastly less now that I've learned so much about gluten and discovered my allergy, I love the smell and the sensuous nature of making a decadent treat. Rolling up the special rugalach dough into pastry or pressing crumbs into a springform pan or carefully snuggling in cinnamon rolls to bake into gooey delights. If people are uninterested in removing gluten from their diet, I have a glorious time in making it the tastiest treat possible.
Walk. I just love going for a solitary stroll. Yes, I often sing. But, not always. I get the most joy out of feeling the sun warm me or the sunset enchant me or the fall colors pique some contemplation.
Read. That I can travel to so many places in fiction and share so many warm moments via letters and delight my child by reading out loud is a wonderful thing.
Snuggle. I think one of the worst things about lacking movement for me would be the inability to go hug and nuzzle and tickle and cozy up to those I love.