From an early age, all I wanted to do was perform. I began doing Youth Theatre for a couple of years and then one day I tried my luck at dance. I was completely won over and never looked back.
The challenges for my body and the feeling of music surging through me opened my eyes to a whole new way of living. I enjoyed everything about it and never took a moment to see it as exercise. It just felt right.
When I was old enough, I trained professionally in all aspects of musical theatre. Then I got my first professional job and left college to work. It was the best time of my life. I performed every night to a packed audience of over 2,000 people. To top it all off, I was living and working in the Spanish sunshine.
After just over a year on these contracts, I felt it was time to return to the UK to complete my training. I did my final year at London Theatre School and graduated with a killer body, oozing confidence and strength in all disciplines.
I was ready.
Only a few months after graduating I successfully auditioned for a dream job. It was at this point that things took a turn for the worse. While waiting to start rehearsals on my future job, I did some freelance work.
While on stage, luckily in the final number of the show, we experienced some technical difficulties and things went out of sequence. Ultimately, I came down awkwardly into a split and managed to tear my right hamstring. The pain was unreal. When I got off stage I fell into a ball. Not only was I in agony but the realization my dream job was in jeopardy hit me. I thought I would never dance again.
After seeing my physio, I was told that I would dance again… however there was a big ‘but’. I couldn’t exercise that leg for a minimum of eight months. It may not sound like a long time, but after years of hardcore training it felt like a lifetime.
During the next eight months, my fitness decreased rapidly. I lost flexibility, muscle tone and core strength. I had never felt so uncomfortable in my own body. I started to get moobs, love handles, a flabby stomach. Although I was watching what I was eating, because my body was so used to a more demanding regime, it just stored everything I consumed.
I was stuck in a rut.
Then I had a catch up with a friend who I had not seen for years. I was surprised. She had had a baby less than a year ago and yet her body was insane.
She wasn’t a dancer or personal trainer. So I quizzed her. She told me about Coolsculpting, a new procedure that’s non-invasive and works wonders. This procedure played on my mind over the next few days. I did copious amounts of research into it and didn’t find a single article that warned me away.
The credentials supporting this treatment were all legitimate, the success stories were mind blowing and the modern technology has a 100% success rate. Why wouldn’t I want to have it done?
I booked myself in for a consultation at The Cosmetic Skin Clinic, which had by far the best reviews, with Dr Tracy Mountford, who has a clear track record of providing the highest quality treatment and service.
I’ll admit, I was nervous. I’d always been cautious of cosmetic surgery. But this wasn’t surgery. It was a non-invasive procedure.
I got treated on the same day and while I was on the bed hooked up to the Coolsculpting machine, I was so comfortable I just lay there watching TV episodes on my phone.
The procedure involves the fatty parts of the body being sucked into a vacuum attachment with two freezing plates either side. The fat cells get frozen and suffocated.
Each section takes an hour and then is finished with a massage of the area, to break up the crystallized fat.
Then over a period or around eight weeks, your body naturally disposes of the dead cells. The best part? Those fat cells never regenerate. That fat is never coming back!
It was such a comfortable experience, I was fine to hop back in my car immediately after and drive straight to work. The only discomfort I encountered was when the sensation was returning to the treated area, it was a bit tingly. That is it. No bruising, no pain, nothing.
After around three weeks I began noticing a difference. Not in the mirror, as I wake up with myself every day. I noticed through photos, clothes and comments.
When wearing a t-shirt that I didn’t have the confidence to wear for a long time, my housemate turned to me and said ‘oh my days, your tits have gone’. I smiled so much. I hadn’t had a positive comment about my body for so long.
My self-esteem began to shoot up. I was past that stage in recovery now where I could exercise again, but I hadn’t wanted to go to a class with jiggly bits all over my body. Now I felt I was ready to put on my unitard and head to the studio.
I’ve still got a long way to go in terms of regaining my fitness and control, but from a bodily perception point of view, I’m well on the way to having the body, that I worked so hard for, back.
I am 100% thrilled with the results and would recommend this procedure to anybody who wants to shift some stubborn fat. With the various sizes of treatment heads, it can work literally anywhere. It’s the perfect way to shape yourself better.
A massive thank you to Dr Mountford and all at the Cosmetic Skin Clinic, they’re all fantastic and the care and attention to detail that they put into their work has made me one very happy lad.
Kris talk about his experience in this video: