I live in a hotel room 4 nights a week for work. It's been a bitch, I'd get back to my room before my quit and pound the shit. First few nights of my quit I literally didn't sleep much more than an hour or two per day. Tack on caffeine to make it through the next day and whoa - recipe for disaster. Had to figure out how to balance that quickly.
Sleep issues are gone for most part, but raging cravings kick in almost daily. My wife is tired of my shit, she's happy I am doing this but I've really worn out her tolerance mostly because of my work commitment so I can't get much support from her when I am gnashing my teeth through a craving.
Funny part about your excessive seeds, fake chew, etc on your pass seat story. My crutch is spicy beef jerky. My backpack is jammed full of the shit at the start of each week...so much so that's it's actually comical to me. The wife is a therapist and I think she calls that the placebo effect or something like that. You take comfort in knowing its there more than the comfort it actually provides.
