I got on a scale on Monday. I didn't get the exact weight, because my brain was screaming at me so loud to 'GET OFF!' that I simply ball parked an etimated weight. I jumped off, grabbed my stuff and raced out of there.
My mind has been trying to block it out, but instead of it wanting me to give up like it normally would, it made me that much more determined.
I drove home that night, grinning.
I'd finally conquered my fear.