Travel. I've travelled loads, by myself mostly, having interesting adventures all the way. I doubt I could even manage a package holiday now.
Have sex. Antidepressants + disability have taken away most of the desire, but I remember what great sex felt like!
Have friends that I could talk with for hours, get pissed with, roll around shrieking with laughter.
Just get things done. I live in filthy chaos, not for lack of motivation but lack of physical capacity.
Run, dance, swim and gym. My daily step target is 1,000, for fuck's sake.
Eat at lovely restaurants. I do it maybe twice a year. Am restricted by finances and the need to travel to anywhere good.
Look really good! (Shallow) I know it comes to us all. I'd rather be old than dead. I wouldn't have surgical interventions even if I could afford it and it was safe. But we're allowed to miss being 'conventionally attractive', aren't we?
Shit, I now need to spend twenty minutes reminding myself how well I'm doing to make the most of my tiny, restricted, uneventful life! Damn you, OP and PPs!