A stall?

So, in the past 2 weeks I've been eating very strict- less than 20 net carbs a day, and I've lost a whopping 1 pound. I'm trying to stay positive, but it's hard. My best friend is coming from Boston to visit me over labor day weekend, and I was hoping to be in the century club by then. Not like she cares- she loves me no matter what, but she's a size 4 blonde, and going out with her makes me self conscious. Oh well, I'll just keep on pushing and stick to plan and hopefully the whooshie fairy will come visit me. One of these days I'll join the gym, but don't have the confidence yet. Half of my coworkers work out at the gym I want to go to, so the thought of them seeing me either in my bathing suit (they have an indoor lap pool) or in my workout clothes makes me want to vomit. I know they don't care though, so it's all in my head. Ok, done rambling for today. Out to clean up some weeds in the yard. FUN!