Two weeks later...
... I was back at the clinic, shirtless and posing for my very own set of before pictures taken by Rebecca from eight different angles. I was then led into a room where Rebecca applied a sheet of clear gel that she called "ectoplasm" to the first of my areas.
"This is to prevent your skin from getting damaged by the cold," she said.
"It's funny that it’s so freezing,” I said through clenched teeth.
She then attached the first applicator over a line she'd drawn on my left belly in Sharpie. What does it feel like? Well, at some point in your life, you’ve probably put a vacuum cleaner attachment against a part of your body. Imagine a much more intense version of that sucking feeling. Once the applicator was secure and she sat me down in a reclining chair, Rebecca turned on the cold. And cold it was, not cool as the brand name suggests. However, it got colder gradually. In that sense it was a real-life opposite to the aphorism about the slowly boiled frog. She then applied a second applicator to my right flank, turned on the cold, and then it was up to me to sit tight for the next hour or so. It wasn't the most comfortable I've been in my life but no less so than flying coach in a middle seat.