When Your Body Hates You, You Make It Sweat

Right before we moved, I got on an improvement "kick". I conjured up two entirely new projects - which I have somehow stayed attached to after being in the new house, and have even started on them.

The first being my Home Management binder, which I adore.
The second being more, well, inward.

The move has taught me something - my body hates me.

It feels much too old to belong to someone of my age. Folding laundry or doing dishes hurts my back, from the slight bend-over required for these tasks. Moving boxes around, in and out of the truck, has hurt far more than it should, and I'm not nearly as capable as I once was, or should be. Sitting on the floor cross-legged, I can only stay for long before either my legs or hips start to yell in pain.
I'm not old enough for this.
I've had problems with pain in the past, mostly in regards to my knees, and I'm still feeling that pain from time to time.
And it's getting to be more and more ridiculous.

To be blunt, I am sitting far too often. My desk is a great place to hang out, sure, but sitting here for hours and hours is doing me no good. A body in motion stays in motion, all that nonsense. Well, I've learned this the hard way - and that a body that lacks motion, well, hates you. With a fierce hate, let's be real.

This, of course, means activity. 
And even just trying a few things the past week, I've learned that, yes, my body hates me, and, yes, I am not capable as I ought to be. It's sad, really.
But stretching and pretend-yoga-ing has helped, in an odd way. Moving about has felt good. Certainly not while I'm struggling with a plank, but after doing a few various stretches and pilate-esque repetitions, it feels good.

A body in motion means it can stay in motion.
But it also means that there is blood flowing, and somehow not feeling so, well, junky. There is no good reason why a person in decently good health (as per recent blood work, so I'm not pretending!) at the age of almost 24 has back pain while folding the laundry. It's insane. And I do not want it to continue.

So it won't.
I may not have a concrete plan, but activity...that's all that matters at this point.
Plus, I have a new city to explore (on foot). New roads to find out where they go, and new places to see. That's always exciting, right?
I've found plenty of things to do at home, with no equipment, on Pinterest, and have printed out and collected a bunch of the "better" activities (read: things I can actually do at this point), for reference without the Internet (to take about the house, of course).
And of course, drinking more water, and eating less Doritos and drinking less Mountain Dew. Because we all know that's not helpful.

I'm not interested in this for appearance reasons. I have nothing against my body in it's form. I have a problem with it's function. It should be able to do more, and I can make it do that. It just requires getting up more often than I have been. I'm okay with that.

Do you have any favorite activities? Any recommendations of things to try?

~Havok

P.S. If you do walking or running, I recommend the Nike+ app. I have used it in the past, and it is fabulous. It tracks you via GPS, and you can have it tell you when you have completed a mile, how long it took, etc. There are achievements to reach, it keeps track of your calories burned, and allows an easy way to keep track of all your running or walking. It is free for Android and iOS, and requires only that you make an account. I don't own anything Nike, and I can use the app 100% (other than marking what shoe I'm wearing, and I'm perfectly fine with that!).